Sunday, April 24, 2011
I have struggled over the past few months to understand what makes people the way they are. I still do not comprehend the lengths that people go to to cause someone pain. I fail to grasp the sense behind imposing hurt upon someone you love and looking the other direction when their tears begin to fall. What I don't seem to quite understand at all, however, is why people tend to love more when they are loved less...and love less when they are loved more. People are like mosaic glass. A bunch of colorful pieces that are in different shapes, sizes and shades..yet they fit into making this masterpiece. A masterpiece in the form of a human being that you can never understand.
She tattood his name on her forehead, lifted up her bangs with a clip and walked around staring everyone in the eye. She wore his shirt, his jeans, his cap, the red heart chain he gave her on valentines and the diamond ring he swore his love to her with. She sprayed his perfume and saw life through his eyes. That's when he looked at her and called her insane. That's when he told a girl who became everything he wanted her to be that she wasn't. That's when the girl who grew to love him the way he begged for ended up being the girl who needs to love him a little less.