[1456] in Depressing_Thoughts
You know who you are...
amgreene@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (amgreene@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Wed Sep 5 17:07:58 1990
I don't really love you.
But it's more comforting to lie to us both -- better to lie to you and
spare you pain; better to lie to myself and to believe that there is
someone for me to love than to feel alone.
Of course that's not true. It's not better, just easier.
Can you forgive me? For falling out of love, and for lying about it?
For the consequences of my love, my lie, and of this?
I care about you and wish you only the best, but I can no longer say
I love you.
Another lie. I *can* say it. But I must not.
*sigh*
