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Forgiving and forgetting

Relationship... relationships.... such complicated shit !!!
Why is there a category who must always feel that they are better, much better than anyone?
why cant people live a simple life...?
and why must friends be stabbed by so called friends?
and why must this category of person be so convincing?
They play with your feelings and you see yourself with doubts! You don't want to lose a friend, they are so important in this fucking life!!! But there are times when forgiveness is no more of actuality!!! when you know deep inside that you will lose it forever even if there is still love & friendship......
Because it will ruin you
And why why am I still ready to be friends with that person ???
Why am I still trying after a week of not speaking ???
Am I just a glutton for punishment ?
Do I love getting hurt again and again ???
What is it ??
I dont know if the person will feel betrayed. I dont know the feeling, but i know that it will surely hurt and i dont mean evil, i strived here , i tried to save our friendship...but this is no apparent issue!!!
But now i've given up
Maybe in da future, when da person realises the harm made he/she may change! there will be only one door open on billions....
find it... i will give no clue!!!
ANYWAY... I MAY FORGIVE BUT I NEVER FORGET...

Comments

Sunny said…
Hey... I think I can relate to what you have written here... let me tell ya... never ever get into a relationship (do not bother naming the relationship or categorising it) with a compromise!

Cheers!
Sunny.
Lyandra D'souza said…
hmmm.. well i still disagree with you... no matter hw many times i get hurt im not gonna stop trusting ppl... dats jst da way i am
Sunny said…
I sincerely hope n wish you come across the good ones out there

Cheers!
Sunny.

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