It isn’t love that has troubled us, it is isn’t the other, or the world. It’s ourselves, our deep selves, our lost selves. Maybe love is filled with delusions and maybe I am just sad. I just wish you understood that love is a trap for us, it has created a void in ourselves, and it has kept us away from loving, truly.
It is one thing to make a mistake, and quite another thing not to admit it. People will forgive mistakes, because mistakes are usually of the mind, mistakes of judgment. But people will not easily forgive the mistakes of the heart, the ill intention, the bad motives, the prideful justifying cover-up of the first mistake.