A love letter {by Laura Fraser}

There's nothing like thinking you're the only one, only to have this wonderful thought quickly rebuffed.

"You drive me mad." I say to boyfriend.
"You drive me madder." He replies.

Oh.

But the thing is, as far as life and the people in it are teaching me, when we struggle with something in another, we're really struggling with what it reminds us of what we've repressed in ourselves.  

In other words, the part in me that is being driven mad by boyfriend, could just be a messenger wanting to tell me something, but my ego is a bit worried an’ all, so instead of welcoming it in and making it a cup of tea saying, well then: tell me ALL. It’s sort of hissing at it:

Go awaaaayyyyy.

Now. 
Skiaddle.
Go…I'm fine, just as I am. Don't need no changing!

And then it does this sort of mad merry dance:

I am what I am! It declares. And I’ll stay as I stay! Feeling very pleased with itself that it’s sent away whatever it felt threatened by.

The only thing about that, is that it’s a very lonely place to be…

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