Do we ever realize that although we may be the perfect person for someone, it may not be good enough?
That when there's a choice to be made, we may not choose the best option?
When we hurt someone, and they say they're okay, they may noy be? But if they love you, they'll let you go and suffer the pain that follows.
When someone tells you they love you, do we realize that love could easily be for someone else?
And in the end, somehow, you the perfect, best choice, loving person you are, simply gives up on that love to ensure that everyone is happy.
How does it work out that way? Hurting yourself to make sure that others can be happy.
When all you want to do is tell them that they made the wrong choice. But a good friend can't do that.
I couldn't do it.
 Flamme de Minuit · Sat Jul 10, 2010 @ 03:42pm · 0 Comments |
