It's now been three years since I wrote Love Stinks, and a year since I wrote Love Stinks, Two Years Later
I read them, feel the scars again, and muse. Any fundamental change? Not really.
I do not retract a word of it. But my outlook has become more nuanced.
Some of that nuance is even more bitter, some of it more gentle.
I understand more. Understanding does bring peace. Or, at least, it moderates ineffective action.
Things that use to hurt all the time, now only have the occational pang.
I've gotten better at keeping my teeth together, and my tongue still.
I have gotten better at knowing how and how much to trust people.
Some people are selected out from my life.
Some people have drifted into my sphere.
Some people have drifted out.
With some, there has been rapprochement, and a friendship again.
Some old acquaintances, have become new friends.
Some old friends, have become new friends.
And there have been some pleasant surprises, and some new adventures.
I still don't trust "love", but friendship and affection are nice, and I try to enjoy what of it I have, from where and when it is offered.
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