My mind tells me that in each bitchy rumour, there is at least a kernel of truth. In this case... That adds up to a whole lot of truth.
My heart tells me to forget about trust, 'cause in the end, you should always expect people to fuck you over.
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"Explain to me, how one guy causes so much drama."
I actually felt bad then, letting an almost complete stranger twist my view of someone I loved, someone I trusted completely. I thought he was wrong, and I told him that he knew jack shit, and asked him politely to change the topic. He cheerfully acquiesced, only speaking one final line on the subject:
"One day, he will look at you, and you will see nothing in those eyes that you trust so much. Nothing, but utter contempt for you, as if the two of you had been born natural enemies, and had lived that way your entire lives. When that day comes, you'll remember me, and remember that everything he told you was a cold blooded lie."Of course, I didn't believe him. I had no reason to, up 'til now. Shows how much I know. It was accidental, me being there that day. I could have, should have taken one of the many other possible paths. But I didn't, and I did end up seeing him that day, and though I couldn't quite put my finger on the emotion that I saw in his eyes, those words came instantly to mind.
"Natural enemies."
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