Just spent the past x hours trying to define why I still love someone who hurt me. And when I saw your title... it felt like too much of a coincidence.

This was so hard-hitting. Understanding in a way that most people don't know how to be, because it seems black and white. But it's not, is it? I love how compassionately you speak of the person who hurt you, because I feel that compassion, too, and half the time, I don't know what to make of it.

I, too, find a strange comfort/message in One. I think I'll give Wonderwall a try after this, though. Just to shake things up a bit.