February 10, 2012 § Leave a comment
“It hurts when I don’t see her, and when I do. It hurts whether she’s here, or whether she’s not. Hurts whether she smiles at me, or smiles at someone else. Hurts whether she calls my name, or doesn’t. As long as I don’t disappear into the earth, I think I’ll continue to feel hurt, but still, being here is better. Being able to see her is better than her not being here.”
“How can you like someone like that?”
The truth is I don’t know.