Whether the relationship ended off amicably or on a sour note, the emotions involved in the aftermath of a breakup is beyond mine, or anybody's comprehension. It's bizarre, really, that these emotions are triggered off within ourselves, yet when we emo or question ourselves, we fail to explain the reasons behind these feelings and behavior exhibited towards the exes. It's almost as if it's a standard protocol to be strangers after a breakup. No explanation needed. Just like that.
But why? Like hello, this is one person whom you once felt you could tell everything to. Why should things be different just because the relationship doesn't work? Why can't a failed relationship translate into a beautiful friendship? After all, this was once a person who supposedly knew you inside out, and understood you the best. Isn't it a waste, to severe ties just like that?
And then there's the pride thing, because as much as you want to appear as strangers on the outside, you still care from afar, in your secret little corner. To make sure the next person with your ex isn't some player, jerk, materialistic whore, bitch, bastard, prick, dickweed or whatever names you have secretly labeled the new half.
Human beings are really queer. The process of evolution from the primates must have gone wrong somewhere, making us complicated creatures that we are today. The monkeys seemed pretty contented picking fleas off one another. I hardly think they bother with matters of the heart or consume themselves in over analyzing simple affairs.
Love one another, just as God loved us
Like seriously, no need for hatred, bitterness, avoidance or severing ties.
Unless the ex was once an abuser or sex addict with syphilis and gonorrhea, then by all means, castrate their genitals. LOL.
And no la, I'm not emoing :)
Unless the ex was once an abuser or sex addict with syphilis and gonorrhea, then by all means, castrate their genitals. LOL.
And no la, I'm not emoing :)
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