Kiss
Why was that all it took for me to unravel? Am I that weak? Is my resolve that fickle?
I broke a promise I made to myself. Don't cross the line. It's there for a reason for it. When lines are crossed, a lot of things happen.
But no, I ignored it. Pushed it to the back of my head like every other warning bell I'd received. Drowned by curiosity and the heat of the moment.
Oh had I known. Here I am, 7 months down the line. Having to let go of what that momentary lapse of judgement caused.
I fell hard and fast. I didn't care. I thought I had a sturdy safety next. One that'll always catch me. One that I'd trusted for so long.
Little did I know that it was barely hanging by the thread. A little tug. That's all it took for it to snap. Then, it all came crashing down.
I thought I could withstand the fall. Ha, lies we tell ourselves. It hurt more than I could imagine. To be let down once is a shame. To be let down multiple times is misery.
It started with a kiss. Ended with a tug. It took me so long to heal. Will I ever heal completely? Maybe, maybe not.
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Nonfiction... Kisses speak their own language, but they can be ambiguous. Trying to distinguish one from the other is almost futile. So you need a way to treat small talk differently from really deep conversations. That's up to you. Small talk is nice – but tomorrow it won't matter anymore...
It's definitely difficult to distinguish them. Even though they might not matter tomorrow, they'll forever be seated in a person's memory.
Sometimes it happens in life, we don't distinguish the signs, or we confuse them. Then comes the disappointment of our own mistakes.
What allows us to grow? making mistakes and learning from them.
Sometimes it's better to learn from the mistakes of others. Some mistakes are too painful to make.
Makes me remember "someone I used to know" by Gotye
It's the perfect song for it.