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Bittersweet

Faith said "sometimes I feel bad for being this happy". I don't know how to explain it, but I often feel the same way.
It is not that we've never experienced, or caused each other pain. If love were a frolick in the park, the frolick is only made sweeter by having had to walk barefoot through thorns and thistles first.
This is not to say that I understand what you go through. I don't.
There's a taste to loneliness, or being spurned. I wouldn't say it was bittersweet. It feels more like a sour-sweet; the taste of regurgitated stomach acid after ice-cream. Yeah, it gets so painful sometimes it makes you sick like I just did.
So you can't say I don't know how you feel just because things seem rosy for us right now. I do.
Somewhat.

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