You Were the Cristina to My Meredith
My life would be so much simpler if I could just burn bridges like matches. I really would be much better off leaving people behind. If I could walk away, I would be able to breathe again. It's at the point where it is unhealthy for me to be friends with them anymore.
I can't seem to bring myself to just cut relationships off at the knees. The thought of abandoning that person, even though they are hurting me, feels selfish. I hate seeming selfish.
My friends don't understand why I forgive those people, why I maintain these relationships. It's my own fault really; I'm the kind of person that likes everyone to like her. As a result of my over-caring, worry-wart personality, I tend to do this stupid thing: I get attached. I do it to myself. If I didn't love them, maybe it wouldn't hurt so badly when they break my heart... And in the end, they always do.
I'm Meredith Grey of Grey's Anatomy. I'm dark and twisty, but bright and shiny too. I'm emotional and I get attached. I care too much and I'm incredibly indecisive. They're my Cristina. They're the person I tell everything to. They're my person. If I murdered someone, they're the person I’d call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. They're my person.
But when is enough, enough? Where do you draw the line in the sand? How do you walk away from someone you love and care about, and tell yourself that maybe you just weren't meant to be friends?
I can't seem to bring myself to just cut relationships off at the knees. The thought of abandoning that person, even though they are hurting me, feels selfish. I hate seeming selfish.
My friends don't understand why I forgive those people, why I maintain these relationships. It's my own fault really; I'm the kind of person that likes everyone to like her. As a result of my over-caring, worry-wart personality, I tend to do this stupid thing: I get attached. I do it to myself. If I didn't love them, maybe it wouldn't hurt so badly when they break my heart... And in the end, they always do.
I'm Meredith Grey of Grey's Anatomy. I'm dark and twisty, but bright and shiny too. I'm emotional and I get attached. I care too much and I'm incredibly indecisive. They're my Cristina. They're the person I tell everything to. They're my person. If I murdered someone, they're the person I’d call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. They're my person.
But when is enough, enough? Where do you draw the line in the sand? How do you walk away from someone you love and care about, and tell yourself that maybe you just weren't meant to be friends?
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