Rust
2004-12-22 8:46 a.m.
I think the actual breakup began today. The last 2 months is when the questions begin. Those questions that I know she doesn�t want to hear the answer to. The answers I know I don�t want to give.It�s funny how strange these things sound when said aloud. They made sense in your head. They made sense in pieces in the conversations with others. But here and now, they seem silly. After all, you�re ending this incredible relationship for things that have suddenly seem incredibly petty.
But they�re not petty. They�re very real. It�s not pride. It�s not prejudice. It�s the things about a person that they never compromise that bring you together and drive you apart. They are the things that make you feel held back or way behind. They are the things that make us. They are the things we love and hate and help us realize the minute difference between the two. They are the things that make others love or hate us. They are the plot line to every argument. They are the twist of the insult knife. They are the open wound that we�ve cut the circulation from, but the nerve endings never truly die. And if they do, they are what kill us.
None of this is new. Nothing said has been left unsaid in the past. The age of it all is the rust on the blade. The pending infection.