“What happened between you two?” my friends ask
“Look at that cup,” I say, pointing to my glass.
“You and I are looking at the same object, but from different angles, a different perspective.
I can’t answer that question because I know mine, but not hers, why she became rejective.
There aren’t right or wrong perspectives, just different, so I cannot say without doubt
Why she ended it and pushed me out.
She didn’t let me talk to her about it, how and what was hurt was never discussed.
So how I alone look at it, why would you trust?
What makes her wrong, what makes me right?
We see things in a different light.”
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Comments1
Absolutely outstanding and so many times I got told why but only after time apart and I letting go of mine, did I understand hers!
Loved the vibe, good luck on your journey
Much peace and respect
Thank you!
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