After giving it alot of thought...
After giving it a lot of thought. I am going to post this blog and close a chapter of my life. Lets say it was Chapter II – A fucked life for two…
I want to start by saying. I haven’t felt this good in ages. And mainly because I decided that I am finally moving forward. I’ve always had that feeling, no not a feeling, more like hope that the ex and I will patch things and after all that we went trough, grow old together. But about two or three days ago, I’ve found out that he actually did have sex in January this year. Not that I give a shit, but now I know for certain that I wasn’t the love of his life. And if I were, he would have waited and not jump into bed with someone so soon.
Well I am glad he did. With his ego staying in Sandton and his body in Cresta, I cannot date a two faced person. Someone pretending to be what he is note. I’ve seen his life. Wasn’t good. He can do as many rebounds as he want to. We are miles apart from now on.
I gave you a chance. I gave you my life. All I did want to hear was, “I am really sorry.” But your pride and ego kept your mouth from saying that.Now I hope your pride carries you through. You’ve slept with 8guys. Three unprotected. And I don’t know whethether I should count myself in or not…And played with about 22. Add the one from January… 9. Played, probably 30 now.
May the road ahead, be downhill. Easy and without thorns. Before you say the following words, “I love you.” Think of this…” Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
Now for Chapter III – My new love…
Have a fabulous holiday all. I am going to be away for a while, wount post any new blogs till 2nd of May!
Be good and thanks a lot for taking the time to make my memories part of your life.
Bye
I want to start by saying. I haven’t felt this good in ages. And mainly because I decided that I am finally moving forward. I’ve always had that feeling, no not a feeling, more like hope that the ex and I will patch things and after all that we went trough, grow old together. But about two or three days ago, I’ve found out that he actually did have sex in January this year. Not that I give a shit, but now I know for certain that I wasn’t the love of his life. And if I were, he would have waited and not jump into bed with someone so soon.
Well I am glad he did. With his ego staying in Sandton and his body in Cresta, I cannot date a two faced person. Someone pretending to be what he is note. I’ve seen his life. Wasn’t good. He can do as many rebounds as he want to. We are miles apart from now on.
I gave you a chance. I gave you my life. All I did want to hear was, “I am really sorry.” But your pride and ego kept your mouth from saying that.Now I hope your pride carries you through. You’ve slept with 8guys. Three unprotected. And I don’t know whethether I should count myself in or not…And played with about 22. Add the one from January… 9. Played, probably 30 now.
May the road ahead, be downhill. Easy and without thorns. Before you say the following words, “I love you.” Think of this…” Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
Now for Chapter III – My new love…
Have a fabulous holiday all. I am going to be away for a while, wount post any new blogs till 2nd of May!
Be good and thanks a lot for taking the time to make my memories part of your life.
Bye
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