Sunday, August 5, 2012

on the hideousness of breaking-up

The break-up which may or may not have occurred in a shopping mall food court was not hideous because of the guy (he played the harmonica, left me notes in the refrigerator, liked the way I sometimes have a psychological lazy eye, went swimming with me, sent me home with bouquets of white peonies). Break-ups are just hideous because they exist. They are the absolute death of possibility.

Any break-up is this way.
Even when you find yourself laughing and/or hugging (for the last time).


1 comment:

  1. I love that last line... "the absolute death of possibility," that is so true, and exactly what makes them so tragic.

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