frustration

You don’t know a visceral, primitive sense of frustration until the person you love leaves you for reasons you don’t quite understand and the ones that you do understand, are based on willful misconceptions and distortions and the other person wanting to believe what they want to believe. If you tell me that you forgive me, then forgive me, just as I have for you.

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