"Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust: Hatred alone is immortal" – William Hazlitt
Its indifference AND disgust. An unforgettable look.
Initially I thought it was triggered by the incompetent sales attendant at the optician. Or lethargy. I turned around just as the face was turning away, as if a moment earlier it was facing me, with indifference AND disgust. The only incompetency was mine and the lethargy comes from looking at me.
It’s heartbreaking how a face you’d loved for so long becomes something you’d loathe so much in the end.
Utterly blinded by love. Too easily contented to look beyond those huge signs.
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