Very rarely does anyone actually mean to hurt someone.
Especially when it is someone they love, or someone they care about deeply.
But it happens. In the silliest of ways. And in the most painful of ways.
Not because the intent was to hurt.
It just happens.
The wrong words, at the wrong time, usually.
Best intentions, other times.
Lack of communication, as well.
Many causes, one result.
The cynic in me feels like I just can not win.
The optimist in me runs on hope with a jolt of "someday."
Then all the other voices argue, and agree:
Never someday, better off alone, because love fucks you up, right when you think you are ok being alone; like a hurricane, like a storm, someday you'll fall like rain, someday, it'll be ok. Someday, I'll be gone and I won't fucking care about it anymore. Someday i'll be a believer. When you stop looking, it'll find you, you'll find it.
Love is worth it...Really, trust me on this.
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