Confuse Me?
It took me a really long time to see Tony for what he really was. Once I did, I was able to move on without any regrets. He would always be in my mind somewhere, but he would never be "that guy" again.
One accidental phone call and a two hour conversation about everything and nothing was all it took. I want to forget what I know. And desperately not be able to see through the kind words and southern drawl. I just want to be able to hope again.
Is that what happens to us after years of heartache and rejection? Do we become so calloused that we can no longer believe the people we once cared about when they give us a compliment? So paranoid that we must find hidden meaning in everything they say? Can we not just take a two hour conversation full of compliments to mean that they are over the past, glad to hear from us, and really do think we are still sexy after two having two kids; even if the picture was of me standing on the beach in a sweat shirt with my tongue out freezing off some of my favorite body parts. Why does my head and heart always have to be at war?
One accidental phone call and a two hour conversation about everything and nothing was all it took. I want to forget what I know. And desperately not be able to see through the kind words and southern drawl. I just want to be able to hope again.
Is that what happens to us after years of heartache and rejection? Do we become so calloused that we can no longer believe the people we once cared about when they give us a compliment? So paranoid that we must find hidden meaning in everything they say? Can we not just take a two hour conversation full of compliments to mean that they are over the past, glad to hear from us, and really do think we are still sexy after two having two kids; even if the picture was of me standing on the beach in a sweat shirt with my tongue out freezing off some of my favorite body parts. Why does my head and heart always have to be at war?
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