I enjoyed Prague with you also. I especially liked the way we endured 3 hours of soaking wet dirty snow because I insisted I new where old town was, and went on a 15 miles jaunt instead.
You are who you are today because of me, and as I take comfort in my box of llindt chocolate, I take comfort that I really did save you. I take irony in that we figured out what eachother wanted, and realised it wasn't eachother.
Truth is that I will look back on our 3 years with happinness and stoic reflections. I knew once you'd been fixed you'd go, and so it's easy to prepare. I have always known you better than you've known yourself and read you better than anybody else. I cannot imagine you being happier with anybody else, and I will always think that you never worked hard enough for us. When i conceeded sweetness, you'd conceed less and less to my sadism.
That said, I learnt a lot. I learnt that the next time I find a lost little soul I will be more dominant, not less. I will ensure I remain her world, so she cannot leave me for the world. I doubt I will ever recover my humanity. Frankly though, and increasingly so, I am not sure I want to. I look back and pity myself - I thought I was strong, but I became weak. You humanised me, and I wish you hadn't. If you hadn't I'd not be sad and lonely and more isolated than ever from the masses.
I put you on that pedastal, the special place. Now I sit here, anxiously kicking my feet. I have become stronger now, and I am on a pedastall on top of the world. So why can I not bring myself to sleep? I fear when I awake I will be cold again, and so if i stay awake, I will enjoy and remember the happinness for a few hours longer
You are who you are today because of me, and as I take comfort in my box of llindt chocolate, I take comfort that I really did save you. I take irony in that we figured out what eachother wanted, and realised it wasn't eachother.
Truth is that I will look back on our 3 years with happinness and stoic reflections. I knew once you'd been fixed you'd go, and so it's easy to prepare. I have always known you better than you've known yourself and read you better than anybody else. I cannot imagine you being happier with anybody else, and I will always think that you never worked hard enough for us. When i conceeded sweetness, you'd conceed less and less to my sadism.
That said, I learnt a lot. I learnt that the next time I find a lost little soul I will be more dominant, not less. I will ensure I remain her world, so she cannot leave me for the world. I doubt I will ever recover my humanity. Frankly though, and increasingly so, I am not sure I want to. I look back and pity myself - I thought I was strong, but I became weak. You humanised me, and I wish you hadn't. If you hadn't I'd not be sad and lonely and more isolated than ever from the masses.
I put you on that pedastal, the special place. Now I sit here, anxiously kicking my feet. I have become stronger now, and I am on a pedastall on top of the world. So why can I not bring myself to sleep? I fear when I awake I will be cold again, and so if i stay awake, I will enjoy and remember the happinness for a few hours longer
As for discourse, just surprise me at this point! After some of the mind-numbingly awful experiences I have had discussing political/social issues with a particular handful of people on this very site, I would be just as happy talking about the weather!
I'm not even particularly sad either. Thanks for your input anyway