it was a blind love.
i saw the best part of him but he was blind to that part of himself.
he had to have me; i had to have him. he had scars i could never address; i had naivette with which he could never identify. i thought i purged him yesterday, so why does the residue linger today?
do i want answers? perhaps, but how about just the freedom to ask these questions: Jesus Christ, why my incredible drive to overcome matched with situations so far out of control? why the instilled notion of anything being possible matched with the reality that this simply is not?
can a life-long learner un-learn her felt need?
can a prayer for patience result in anything except a circumstance of frustration?
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