You're not crazy till you answer yourself

I had a conversation with you one day, and it went like this:

Me: I'm lost. Betrayed. The worst let down is the one you never expected.
You: It sounds the same as before.
Me: It is, really. I guess I should have considered myself warned.
You: Don't blame yourself. Hope springs eternal, they say.
Me: Problem is, I don't know if it was hope as much as desperation.
You: Same thing.
Me: Maybe.
You: I don't know what to say.
Me: And I don't know what to feel.
You: That's harsh. What if there is no right thing to feel?
Me: Then that's harsh too. I like blacks and whites.
You: Grey shades the world, darling.
Me: I know it, I know it. Do you know how hard it is to put cliches to practice?
You: Whatever. Their functionality is nothing. It's just for comfort.
Me: Doesn't really help. I'm still betrayed.
You: Are you, though? It's nothing new. You don't even know the facts.
Me: I can feel it. It's the same. I was betrayed the whole time, but now I can't let it go anymore.
You: If it's true, it should never have been let go. You can't let people do this to you, babe.
Me: What else do I have? I'm pathetic.
You: You have me.
Me:
You: What, no response?
Me: I know I have you. It's not the same. It's a different kind of bond.
You: And you think she's self-serving.
Me: You're right. I'm sorry. I hate it when my hypocrisy is so stark.
You: I understand. You're just confused now. Time heals all wounds, doll.
Me: But it's what happens in that time that really does the trick.
You: So let it happen. Go with the flow.
Me: Words of Wisdom from the master.
You: At least you know I really mean it.
Me: That I do... that I do.

And even if it didn't give me any answers, it was a salve for the broken-hearted just to know that you really cared...