Why we blame ourselves when love ends
It is currently 4 AM as I’m writing this, so bear with me here on the melodramatics; I think I’m a little too deep at this time of day regarding love but you never know. It feels a bit pathetic to say this but I knew my last relationship was going to end before the breakup was even initiated. There is something so devastating and so heart-wrenching about knowing that something you nurtured, and put the time and effort into is diminishing right in front of you. The conversations start getting slower, where a layer of mistrust and uncertainty looms over in the air, the silences get louder and the world slowly turns a hue of gray. But someone always knows first. Someone always mourns first. Contrastingly, someone always stays in love a bit longer. For the longest amount of time, I believed that it was me who was the source of such issues. Perhaps it was because I muttered delicate words out of fear and necessity instead of love. Or maybe it was my lack of effort or the w...
