There's a certain type of person that can identify with a special type of heartbreak.
The type that many (lucky) people never really come across...
I saw a toy in a Christmas catalog recently and I said to a friend, "If I were still a kid, I would go apeshit if I didn't get that for Christmas." and I realized that when I was a kid, there was this insane belief, that a new toy would be more amazing than I could even imagine. There was so much potential seen in that mere inanimate object...
and the thing is, there was a point and time, when something changed, that enthusiasm and anticipation diminished...greatly.
I call them veterans of love. They've been "there" and came back a little bit different than when they left. Some have wounds that heal with time... others are crippled forever. Some want to love again so desperately that they return. Some choose never to return again... can you blame 'em?
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