And Don't Cry For Me
August 8th 2006 13:37
The tears began as a trickle and ended as a flood until everything was sodden with them, and tidemarks of crystallised salt were left in rings all over my pillows.
The discomfort of the whole situation was almost funny, in a surreal sharp-edged way, but it was also becoming a serious problem. A helpful person recently defined heartbreak for me.
‘When you’re on your knees, crying your eyes out and pride isn’t even an issue because you realise that you would do anything to connect with that person again, and they just look at you.. and it doesn’t touch them because they can’t even see you as a person anymore- that’s when you know.’
I still felt something watching Taffy cry, but it happened so frequently that sympathy was losing ground to pity, and compassion was quickly morphing into frustration.
We had nothing left in common, except a dysfunctional triangle with Mr. X.
And we were heading really fast for our final meltdown.
The discomfort of the whole situation was almost funny, in a surreal sharp-edged way, but it was also becoming a serious problem. A helpful person recently defined heartbreak for me.
‘When you’re on your knees, crying your eyes out and pride isn’t even an issue because you realise that you would do anything to connect with that person again, and they just look at you.. and it doesn’t touch them because they can’t even see you as a person anymore- that’s when you know.’
I still felt something watching Taffy cry, but it happened so frequently that sympathy was losing ground to pity, and compassion was quickly morphing into frustration.
We had nothing left in common, except a dysfunctional triangle with Mr. X.
And we were heading really fast for our final meltdown.
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