It's weird how sometimes things makes sense 4 years later. Does this make me a slow learner... possibly. 4 years ago I was in totally love with a guy who came into my life like a unexpected tornado, also left like one. I was a mess when he left. Couldn't understand how someone could give and show so much affection and just go and leave me. And then the last few months things came together and made sense. It didn't take me 4 years to get over him(if you guys were wondering that part) There are actually people like this. People who give you love like a possession. They give it to you and then they take it away. And really that's not the nature of love. If love is a feeling composed of thought, and lets just assume that thought = energy. Energy not being able to be destroyed, means that love can NOT be either. Be wary of the person who gives it freely. It's like fools gold, shines kinda like it but is NOT the real deal. Don't buy into it.
Follow your gut. I remember writing a poem before I started dating him, and it was about him. I had compared him to warmed up summer rocks. And I knew then as much as I know now, that rocks don't keep their heat, when the sun goes down they get cold. When I wrote that I knew it was right but ignored it.
You can't live for some one else. The hardest of them all. Sometimes I wish someone would save me. The whole rich handsome prince come to rescue me from the toils and hardship of work. But I think about it and I know I wouldn't be happy with myself if that would actually happen.
All that being said. I still have a real faith in love. The delicious feeling of being with someone who wants you just as much as you want them. The one you like to hang around with just as much as you want to tare their clothes off when they get into the door so you can fuck them. Someone who finds the good things inside you and polishes them and makes them shine like a pretty stone. Yeah I know "real" life happens in there too, and you have to work things out and talk about things. But wouldn't it be so very sweet if you could share it?
Follow your gut. I remember writing a poem before I started dating him, and it was about him. I had compared him to warmed up summer rocks. And I knew then as much as I know now, that rocks don't keep their heat, when the sun goes down they get cold. When I wrote that I knew it was right but ignored it.
You can't live for some one else. The hardest of them all. Sometimes I wish someone would save me. The whole rich handsome prince come to rescue me from the toils and hardship of work. But I think about it and I know I wouldn't be happy with myself if that would actually happen.
All that being said. I still have a real faith in love. The delicious feeling of being with someone who wants you just as much as you want them. The one you like to hang around with just as much as you want to tare their clothes off when they get into the door so you can fuck them. Someone who finds the good things inside you and polishes them and makes them shine like a pretty stone. Yeah I know "real" life happens in there too, and you have to work things out and talk about things. But wouldn't it be so very sweet if you could share it?
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
That experience was terrible and hurt you very much, but I can see that it's made you a better, stronger, and more confident person.