There is always one person that knows your weaknesses. One person who you let in and gave what little, wavering faith you have left to. And from the very second you meet them, you know they’re going to be important; their going to be a milestone in your life and you want them for always. And then, somehow, by some magic, you two become close. You become mutually important; even to the extent that you understand that when they met you, they knew you would be important to them. Sometimes you don’t even know it what exact context they will fall into, but they’re there. Their all that matters.
…and just when you reach that apex, just when you put that last bit of hope you’ve mustered-up throughout the last two years in this person…the kind that will just break you if you’re let down again…the kind that is only allotted in certain amounts each lifetime because it nests in naievity…
They tear it from you in the most vile way. They disregard it just as they disregard you. Its gone. You become nothing. Our union and presence in each other’s life was insignificant.
We aren’t speaking. I doubt that will change.
I’m done trying & you never did in the first place.
So I am once again left with these scars that re-enforce the idea that I should be guarded and never take anyone at their word because I will be the one paying for them later. The idea that nothing is special and nothing is sacred.
Thanks for the reality check.