Today I saw someone I used to like with this beautiful girl, and my first thought was: “go f—- yourself.” Haha. I promise I don’t have such violent thoughts often, but when I do, it’s usually only reserved for those I have fell for. I really hate how romance is so tightly linked with all these negative emotions: possessiveness, jealousy, rage. Moreover, they usually last longer than the pure flighty air of romantic desire, so that it seems utterly irrational to have such thoughts. How can you hate something you no longer love? Shouldn’t one be gone the same time the other has been let go? What makes us hold on to the bad when the good has already escaped us? Vengeance is always so easy to breed…and goodwill so hard.
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