Why do we always hurt the ones we love?
I feel like my heart has been pierced by the tiniest, sharpest knife in the arsenal of someone very close to me. And it hurts. A lot.
I'm trying to find the logic of this person's decision. I can't make peace with it.
I laid my cards on the table, went out on a limb, invited this person into my feelings...tried to describe what I felt and then explained what I needed. And I was hurtfully rebuffed.
I just want a little peace...and a soft place to fall...just for a little while...