A few months ago (Wait, is it months already?) a friend of mine, a girl, was hurting because her boyfriend was abusing her. And with that I mean physically, mentally and emotionally. I was glad she decided to leave that poor bastard, although I know, deep in my heart, that it was very difficult for her. Now, she is hurting because she learned, through friendster, that the asshole has a new girlfriend. I keep on telling her that I am glad that happened. I would tell her that he doesn't deserve her. I would tell her that it would all be okay comes the time, and to just let herself feel whatever it is she's feeling right now. A time will come when she would get tired of all the hurt, and realize that it not worth it, afterall.
But I know that whatever I say, whatever argument I'd tell her, it's all useless. Because it is love we're talking about. She loves him. Reasons are nothing in love. And I know it.
in·con·sis·ten·cy (ĭn'kən-sĭs'tən-sē)
n., pl. -cies.
1. The state or quality of being inconsistent.
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- I am a writer even if I'm not. And I am a rockstar, too.
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