Sometimes, not matter how much we try not to, we tweak the first things we reveal about ourselves to someone to fit who we think they want us to be. Sometimes we build a relationship upon those little variations of the truth. I suppose some people can be ok with becoming the person that the other wants us to be, or who we Think they want us to be, and some people realize that they would rather be their authentic selves rather than continue to live what has now become a bold-faced lie.
In one word, he is a republican (-or so he thinks), and I am not.
How can uninvited tragedy be my own fault? How can "love" for another person not include the unconditional desire for the other's happiness? How can the race of a person from my past determine his future? How can anyone truly believe that addiction is a moral deficiancy, and not a mental disorder? What do you tell a person who loves you when you don't want to love them back anymore? How do you know when to stick it out and grow together or, to part ways?
I sometimes think he would be happier with another. I sometimes know that I would be happier alone.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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