Thursday, 20 May 2010

Unanswered Promises

Very little hurts as much as a broken promise. From someone else. From yourself. I made my promises, and I meant my promises. But now, I fear I just cannot keep my promises.

I made them mostly to myself, and I lived for them during the worst times. They were my motivation, they were the reason I made myself get out of bed in the morning, and function, as well as I could. But what do you do when you realise that you were possibly lying to yourself? That, as great as it sounded, what you were trying to do just wasn't as easy as you thought it would be, maybe not even as possible as you'd hoped it would be.

How do you build a new relationship from the broken foundations of the old one?

And, hand in hand with the promises that I fear I'm breaking, are all the questions that I can't ask. Questions that I don't want the answers to, because they won't be the ones I want to hear. Questions that don't need to be asked, because in asking them, old wounds are reopened.

It's the questions that do the damage. Answered, and unasked.

I don't know what the point of this post is, really. More half healing hearted ramblings I suppose.