We're all familiar with that feeling. Depending on personalities and circumstances involved, it could result in anything from broken things or crooked smiles. Quick goodbyes and half-baked lies. We cope better every time we encounter it, but it never fails to suck. It gets stuck in our throats, choking us of words and logic, strangling our hearts, clouding our mood.
Maybe it's for the better, we say. But it's hard to think that way right now.
Not while it's fresh.
Has it sunk in yet? Did you attempt to cure it? Has it left a scar? Did it re-open?
Only time will tell.
For now, it stings like a fucker. We ask why it happened the way it happened, only making it worse. Sometimes, it's not our fault. But it can sure feel that way.
Was it selfishness? Boredom? Conceit? Malice? Pettiness? Paranoia?
Maybe it's just the same thing I'm feeling now, just magnified to horrific, reality-warping proportions.
What caused it? I can only guess. I promised not to go there. But I still did, as I just couldn't help it.
It's torture. Self-inflicted. Plain and simple. Looping on end.
It ends when I want it to end.
If only you thought the same.