A passage from a book I am reading is haunting me with its undeniable truth:
"...It’s always seemed to me that she couldn’t stand the sight of me.”
“Why would you think that?”
“I believe you always know when someone doesn’t like you, even when they’re trying really hard not to show it."
...Sometimes I think confusion about why someone acts the way he or she does is its own form of heartbreak. If only people knew that outright and honest dislike hurts far less in the end than a forced politeness that comes from not wanting to hurt you :(
No comments:
Post a Comment