Thursday, May 28, 2009 @11:24 PM
The problem with coming clean was that you thought you were cleaning the state, starting over, but it never quite work that way. You didn't erase what you'd done. As i come to realised and understand, the stain would still be there, every time i looked at you, before i remembered to hide the disappointment in my eyes.
It was a little like a scar on a polished wooden table- you would try to see the rest of the gleaming surface, but your fingers would be drawn to the pitted part, the only thing that kept it from being perfect.
She had pretended not to see all the late nights, the missed call, the disconnections, because then she'd have been forced to make a choice.
Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with somebody else?
I remember reading somewhere about how courage and commitments come hand in hand together. You need courage to commit and commitment give you courage.
How often do we hear people around us expressing their fears and maybe their lack of faith to enter a commitment? How often do we hear the voice in our head questioning us and probably holding us back when new commitments are to be taken?
When we re-recognize the courage in us, maybe that's when we open up new opportunities and our ability to trust and commit again.