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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Nothing Unsaid, Nothing Undone, Nothing

There is a time and place in relationships when love has fully accomplished its purpose and there is really nothing of substance that can be said or done that is not redundant and uselessly repetitive. It becomes a matter of "deathbed confessions," when and if they may happen, it will be too late to do or say anymore. It is the point when one has passed the point of safe return toward hatred and it becomes contemptuous: A wishing the other would disappear in some real way, to erase themselves as though they never were. Not because they deserve such a fate, but because it is convenient for others. Saying they 'still love them.'