“The truth is he hurt me more than I’ve ever been hurt before. It was not my own expectations, it wasn’t my heart, bleeding the fuck out, it wasn’t my view of the world through my not-so-innocent eyes. No. Believe it or not, it was not me or my overly dramatic ways and it wasn’t the rumors swirling around from the mouth of the people, who didn’t know anything at all. It was HIM. It was the aftermath of how he handled everything so carelessly like he never gave a shit and I believed him. As much as it hurt and always will, his true colors were a knife that cut into my soul, made my spirit bleed to death, and I haven’t seen myself since him. I probably never will again.”
Slowly, your brain begins to erase every memory that ever brought you joy.
When we say that we know someone well, how much do we really know about that person? Knowing someone can be a blessing, but it can also be a curse at times.
Relationships that start without any foretelling signs or motives are always right. However, every person will eventually encounter a “defining” moment and these moments will make them reveal their true colors.