I wish my heart were cheap. So when I give it away and it comes back all beaten, bruised, and broken, it wouldn't hurt so much. And all I did was to try my best to love her. Is that the way relationships go? That commitments and promises are only as good as long as things are going well? I might refuse to believe that, but that's only me, I guess. It was always only me. I guess it still is, and will always be. Leave it to me to be the hopeless, not to mention pathetic, romantic that I am. It's my fault. It always is, somehow. Even if - for the sake of arguement - it wasn't, it makes no difference. Better to blame myself rather than point fingers at people who've already started walking away. And there's the saying, "it takes two to tango," so I'm sure that I must've stepped on quite a number of toes in that dance. It doesn't matter that I have more than a few sore toes myself, but as I said, there's no point impugning someone who's ...
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