Who was it that decided that the best course of action for a person who has just had their heart broken is the getting rid of stuff? Why do I have to purge my life of an orange vase, a sweatshirt and cards? Even more importantly who came up with such an accelerated time line? Someone recently scolded me because I still have things that Dane gave me.
Part of me wants to hold onto these things to remember the good times. As proof that they really did happen and I didn't imagine it. Part of me wants to hold onto the things as proof that I am desirable. I am not the bookish freak that I sometimes fear that I am.
But what if the events in which those things were given were really so small and because I was so desperate to be loved I blew things out of proportion?
How is someone supposed to know what the difference between love and lust? Why is it our automatic answer that if he didn't want to be with me forever then what he must have felt is lust not love?
Why is it that after thousands of years, no one has this figured out just yet?
Tonight I am left with more questions than answers.
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