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Letting go


"I can't let go of Theo because he's the first guy I've ever met who really sees who I am inside. He doesn't just look at me like all the other guys have done before, he understands who I am, what I've been through and what makes me beautiful. That's why I can't walk away from him."

"I know how you feel," my friend said to me over a cocktail, "I've been there, it's so hard to let them go."


The next day she came into work and sat down at her desk opposite mine.
"You know Ophelia, I had a revelation last night, it just came to me..."
"What?"
"You know these men that we can't let go of because we think they really understand us? We're wrong - they don't. Because if they really did know us, they wouldn't treat us the way they do."

I stood, letting her words sink in slowly.
"You're so right... If Theo really knew me, really understood my pain, he'd wrap me up in cotton wool and never let me go..."



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  1. I don't think anyone can ever get you completely, the question is how close they can come.


    /Avy

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  2. If only I could get this through my head and heart. Bravo to you.

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  3. I think your friend hit the nail on the head. You're killing yourself for him, right before his eyes, and yet, he continues to commit the actions feed your own self harm...If he really understood you, if he really cared completely, he wouldn't continually hurt you like this.

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  4. it's been a while since you've written - I hope the days have been treating you well. <3

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