You were loved: wholly and sincerely. But maybe that wasn’t enough. Along the way, in the passing of time, it didn’t sustain as much as it depleted you. It became corrosive, didn’t it? Eating away at all those mechanisms you had in place, to the point where you were questioning yourself if it was really worth it to let yourself be this vulnerable, to allow yourself to be made a fool of. Because love does do that, it does render you insane and nobody likes to walk on that sword’s edge of sanity, at the brink of losing one’s mind, one’s equilibrium, and for what? To what end? For what purpose? Naw. The little life you’d set up for yourself isn’t meant to be upended. It’s home. It’s safe harbour. Nobody comes crashing into your safe harbour and turns your world upside down like that without your permission. So you withdraw your permission. You walk away. You settle back into the humdrum of the daily routine, maybe even find a new hobby to fill the void of time that lost love left behind. The planets realign, everything starts to make sense again, and you feel safe again. What is this love business anyway and how dare it brew chaos in your calm? You do not yield. You reject it.
