I don't push everyone away, but when I'm already hurting, and I have to deal with these kinds of situations, I don't want those people near me, so I push them away.
Maybe this is what Chap meant about love being pushed but not pushed away.
Someday I'll find my rock, the one that's going to be unmoved when I'm angry and hurt, the one who pushes me to get it all out without running when I do.
Until then, I'm tired of people pretending to be that person when it's pretty obvious they don't want to be.
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