Shot through the heart and you're to blame....Darling you give love a bad name...
Isn't it strange that sometimes the people you love the most end up doing something completely callous and indifferent and don't even realize it? The sad thing is that you know that it wasn't deliberate, yet you still can't help feeling hurt. You steer clear of making excuses for them, that's because you can look inside their head and see what was going on in their thought processes, yet this is little consolation to the big chink that goes missing from your heart. It's like a part of your love for them dies, over something small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things...but it still matters because you're disappointed somehow... in the depth of your feelings for them and in their sensitivity to yours.
Is there really any kind of love that conquers all?