...and with the scissorkick is victorious!
Strange how those longings come to you sometimes. A relationship is like an addicition. In fact, giving up a person feels exactly like giving up cigarettes, i.e. you think of that person every 20 seconds for the first day, and each time it's like a little pang of need. Then slowly, over the weeks, the pangs get more and more spaced out, but harder and harder to resist. Like the last desperate gasps of your need is crying "phone her". But you know you shouldn't. She doesn't care for or about you any more, if she ever did. She doesn't want to hear from you again, and remember how you promised yourself that that was what you wanted too, that saturday night, on the verge of tears on your bed? Remember how you're happier now? yeah. Remember, remember, recall how you really need a cigaratte and just one text message could make your like head downhill again. So take a deep breath, accept that you've got no smokes, and put your phone by your bed, setting the alarm clock in time for getting up tomorrow morning. Ready for another day without her.
Strange how those longings come to you sometimes. A relationship is like an addicition. In fact, giving up a person feels exactly like giving up cigarettes, i.e. you think of that person every 20 seconds for the first day, and each time it's like a little pang of need. Then slowly, over the weeks, the pangs get more and more spaced out, but harder and harder to resist. Like the last desperate gasps of your need is crying "phone her". But you know you shouldn't. She doesn't care for or about you any more, if she ever did. She doesn't want to hear from you again, and remember how you promised yourself that that was what you wanted too, that saturday night, on the verge of tears on your bed? Remember how you're happier now? yeah. Remember, remember, recall how you really need a cigaratte and just one text message could make your like head downhill again. So take a deep breath, accept that you've got no smokes, and put your phone by your bed, setting the alarm clock in time for getting up tomorrow morning. Ready for another day without her.
Your entry was beautifully written.
Im glad you liked the pics