Broken Into Nothing

“I hurt myself by hurting you.”
His face wore a look of compassion. I hated that look, because it reminded me that he was a good person, that he had tried over and over to apologize. He unwittingly brought out the part of me that I hated, and I projected that hate onto him, because it was easier to hate someone else than to hate myself. Tears poured out of my eyes. And he wrapped his arms around me, holding me as I wept.

And I hated that his arms still felt good.” - Jacqueline Simon Gunn