It has-only today-become painfully obvious to me that those who you love the most can also hurt you the deepest.
Not a new concept, to say the least, but it only occurred to me this morning in my puffy-eyed stupor from crying myself to sleep last night. I'm such an idiot. I've got peep holes for eyes.
I'm sure everyone at work has made the observation. Or they think I'm hungover, which isn't so far from the truth.
Matthew and I met on March 7 of this year and, cheesy as it sounds, it was love-at-first-sight-ish. Only we were both 3-years deep in other relationships, so we blew it off as One Fun Night. I saw him a total of maybe 6 times after that- with no extended conversation to speak of -and on what was probably the 7th time I ever laid eyes on him, we realized our passion for each other. It's been the best- and at times the hardest -five months of my life.
Only now, post-Dominican Republic vacation and move-in honeymoon, have a few arguments begun. They're not frequent or extended. But God does it hurt. My heart hurts while he sleeps.
Not a new concept, to say the least, but it only occurred to me this morning in my puffy-eyed stupor from crying myself to sleep last night. I'm such an idiot. I've got peep holes for eyes.
I'm sure everyone at work has made the observation. Or they think I'm hungover, which isn't so far from the truth.
Matthew and I met on March 7 of this year and, cheesy as it sounds, it was love-at-first-sight-ish. Only we were both 3-years deep in other relationships, so we blew it off as One Fun Night. I saw him a total of maybe 6 times after that- with no extended conversation to speak of -and on what was probably the 7th time I ever laid eyes on him, we realized our passion for each other. It's been the best- and at times the hardest -five months of my life.
Only now, post-Dominican Republic vacation and move-in honeymoon, have a few arguments begun. They're not frequent or extended. But God does it hurt. My heart hurts while he sleeps.
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