Of lies and truth... I think
Ignorace is bliss… but sometimes those bitter truths are necessary… especially in order to move forward.
Among my love misfortunes I remember tormenting myself thinking why doesn’t he like me? Why doesn’t he want to be with me? and those things that obsess one when badly in love.
On one of those occasions it became particularly obsessive because everything seemed to be going well and suddenly poof! the individual disappears, stops calling, doesn’t answer when I call, etc, etc, etc, and well after a while of me suffering because I wasn’t wanted, I came to know that it was because there was another person for him.
That freed me from my obsession, there was nothing wrong with me. I am who I am, the dude didn’t like Adri, he liked the other one and that’s how life goes… I didn’t want to be with anyone who didn’t like me just as I am, it’s not worth it… someone had to like this pale, messy-haired, and somewhat nerdy girl.
On that occasion, knowing about the new girlfriend was enough for me to move forward, to discover that I didn’t really have anything particularly wrong… that tastes are tastes and there’s nothing to do about it…
Now (not necessarily with love misfortune) how I wish they didn’t deceive me… how I wish that when I put my heart and dreams in front of someone they had told me the truth… how much I wish they weren’t so cowardly… and had told me upfront “You know what? I don’t like you… go your own way and that’s life”…
But oh well, maybe I needed to learn some other lesson… I suppose it’s too much to ask to be told the truth. Maybe they think I couldn’t handle it, but given this horrible feeling that the lack of truth has left me… the next time I’m tempted to say what seems like a lie that makes one happy, I firmly propose to tell the truth that makes life bitter, in the end one takes the blow but gets up and keeps walking… and learns where not to invest energy or tears…
and well since I still haven’t gotten over it I also hope that karma does its job :P