Why is it that we can never learn to appreciate someone until we lost them? To hear that someone finally understands how much I was there for her now after we’re not together seems like a pattern in my life. The first time this occurred I didn’t care, it was more of yea you should have cherished it more. This time, though, I feel more like if only you learn this earlier things might have been different. I told someone last night that for you to be in love you have to be a fool, to knowingly put yourself in a position of weakness where the other person have such power to break you is insane. I don’t believe I am even capable of doing that anymore. I’m afraid to be honest; I just can’t make this kind of effort anymore. I think I’ve finally said good bye but who knows I thought that last time and that wasn’t it but this can’t go on forever. Sooner or later it’s going to be the final farewell. I don’t know if I’ll be happy or sad when that day comes. From the look of things I’m not going to be happy.
Jee Yuan
“Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.”
Lynda Barry
Jee Yuan
“Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.”
Lynda Barry
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