Sometimes we hope for things based on what we thought we knew. We come to find out later that maybe our perception was wrong. We saw what was presented to us for our benefit and although we had an idea of the truth of it, to accept it would've meant we were wasting our time loving the way we did.
I knew a man that loved this woman with an abandon his controlled life at one time safeguarded him from. He never let go fully for fear of handing over the reigns of his passion to someone that didn't care. He met a woman he finally dared to do this with. He thought for sure she saw his value. He thought she understood what she had in him. After their breakup, he sadly came to find that she saw him like any other. He was just another man passing through...just someone else in her list of failed relationships. He got sick to his stomach over this because he knew all he gave and he knew for a fact that what he gave was something that could never be replicated as it was unique to him. He thought she knew this given her declarations of undying love. He poured his passion into her and this meant absolutely nothing to anyone but him. He knows he could never replace her because what he gave, he gave to her but because in her mind he was just like any other...he could easily be replaced. As easily as looking for stragglers from her past. This would not be an issue for her and as is her custom...she would move on quickly. I liken it to someone carrying a million dollars in their pocket yet they only see 25 cents. They lose the million and replace it with what?...25 cents...for real this time. Why? because that's all they thought they lost. They walk around thinking they broke even. Happy, until their eyes are opened to the reality of what they actually had and lost but by then it's too late. That million found another million and made two. So now, my man faced with this reality has grown tired of living with it.
There are no more questions to ask because every answer would be colored enough for proper presentation yet would lack meaningful honesty. Honesty that would provide closure. So what does he do? He dies, he becomes better in every way and kills off the man that was duped emerging as something that will never go down that road ever again. My friend will die but he will go down fighting...he wants to live. He wants to keep believing that there's a chance he's wrong about her but I tell him that what he knows to be true tells him it's over...it's done. He can see for himself she has on the same band-aid she had on before they got together. The one she swore she would never need again...yeah, it's done. So "good night...sweet dreams"
I knew a man that loved this woman with an abandon his controlled life at one time safeguarded him from. He never let go fully for fear of handing over the reigns of his passion to someone that didn't care. He met a woman he finally dared to do this with. He thought for sure she saw his value. He thought she understood what she had in him. After their breakup, he sadly came to find that she saw him like any other. He was just another man passing through...just someone else in her list of failed relationships. He got sick to his stomach over this because he knew all he gave and he knew for a fact that what he gave was something that could never be replicated as it was unique to him. He thought she knew this given her declarations of undying love. He poured his passion into her and this meant absolutely nothing to anyone but him. He knows he could never replace her because what he gave, he gave to her but because in her mind he was just like any other...he could easily be replaced. As easily as looking for stragglers from her past. This would not be an issue for her and as is her custom...she would move on quickly. I liken it to someone carrying a million dollars in their pocket yet they only see 25 cents. They lose the million and replace it with what?...25 cents...for real this time. Why? because that's all they thought they lost. They walk around thinking they broke even. Happy, until their eyes are opened to the reality of what they actually had and lost but by then it's too late. That million found another million and made two. So now, my man faced with this reality has grown tired of living with it.
There are no more questions to ask because every answer would be colored enough for proper presentation yet would lack meaningful honesty. Honesty that would provide closure. So what does he do? He dies, he becomes better in every way and kills off the man that was duped emerging as something that will never go down that road ever again. My friend will die but he will go down fighting...he wants to live. He wants to keep believing that there's a chance he's wrong about her but I tell him that what he knows to be true tells him it's over...it's done. He can see for himself she has on the same band-aid she had on before they got together. The one she swore she would never need again...yeah, it's done. So "good night...sweet dreams"
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