Someone said this to me a year ago.
And it broke my heart.
He later went on to clean it up nicely and spin it into a real deep convo about the dynamics between male and female relationships, but that inital way I heard it, that 1st way I took it, the original way I felt it never quite left.
“Loving you is my biggest weakness.”
It is interesting to me now in ways that didn’t occur to me then. I can hear now, unlike then, the undertones of what wasn’t being said. For a year, I’ve dissected it, this one little sentence, I’ve analyzed it, broken it down a million different ways, established a million different meanings, taken it apart and rebuilt it, dug under it, and cracked it open. But really only one thing matters.
It hurt me.
It took me a year to figure that out.
I hate the way things were left.
But even more so I hate feeling I am the thing that’s making someone weak.