The Shirt
Her shirt, that pink Bjork shirt.. It was one of her favorites. I always teased her for it, I used to love teasing her. It was a game we played Id tease her, and she would take it for a while that get all poutty on me and go sit on the, far side of the bed. Id go over and hug her and say I was sorry shed look at me with those big brown eyes of hers, and say something like really? of course Id agree. I had to, then wed kiss and move on to something else.
Its been said that you only have three great loves in your life what if she was one, that would mean that Ive had two of them so far. Tania was the first. But we were young and stupid, we hadnt had enough life yet to make the kind of commitment needed for so serious a relationship. We went as far as you could go, but in the end, it just wasnt enough. Sometimes no matter how hard you try its just not going to happen.
Thats something I learned with Margaret. We must have broken up and gotten back together at least half a dozen times. Some were my fault, some were hers. Sins were committed, then forgiven. I even forgave her when she cheated on me.
I remember the first time winter is a hard time for me, its not an excuse, but its true. September is my mothers birthday, October is the anniversary of her death. November is my birthday, never good. And December is the end of another year that Ive done nothing with my self, and probably have more health problems I dont want to know about. I had taken these problems out on Tania before which added stress on our relationship. So I didnt want to take them out on Margaret. So come December I pulled away a bit. She wasnt happy, but understood when I came back and explained it to her.
This last time was similar. She said something Ive never heard before she couldnt give me the type of love that I wanted. She couldnt love me back with the un-dying commitment I gave her. So we broke up she kept the present I got for her. At my request. It was a little black teddy, panties, stockings, and a silk nightgown ($180.00 if anyones curious), she looked radiant ion them by the way. A few days later we got back together just as a sexual thing her words. We tried to get together for valentines day, but it didnt work so I spent the night with someone else. My mistake. When I tried to call her back she wouldnt talk to me so I text her. She responded saying she didnt want to talk that was the last thing I ever heard her say. And it would have been the last time I saw her except for that damn picture if her in jeans and that pink Bjork t-shirt.
I deleted the picture from my computer Im sorry!
Her shirt, that pink Bjork shirt.. It was one of her favorites. I always teased her for it, I used to love teasing her. It was a game we played Id tease her, and she would take it for a while that get all poutty on me and go sit on the, far side of the bed. Id go over and hug her and say I was sorry shed look at me with those big brown eyes of hers, and say something like really? of course Id agree. I had to, then wed kiss and move on to something else.
Its been said that you only have three great loves in your life what if she was one, that would mean that Ive had two of them so far. Tania was the first. But we were young and stupid, we hadnt had enough life yet to make the kind of commitment needed for so serious a relationship. We went as far as you could go, but in the end, it just wasnt enough. Sometimes no matter how hard you try its just not going to happen.
Thats something I learned with Margaret. We must have broken up and gotten back together at least half a dozen times. Some were my fault, some were hers. Sins were committed, then forgiven. I even forgave her when she cheated on me.
I remember the first time winter is a hard time for me, its not an excuse, but its true. September is my mothers birthday, October is the anniversary of her death. November is my birthday, never good. And December is the end of another year that Ive done nothing with my self, and probably have more health problems I dont want to know about. I had taken these problems out on Tania before which added stress on our relationship. So I didnt want to take them out on Margaret. So come December I pulled away a bit. She wasnt happy, but understood when I came back and explained it to her.
This last time was similar. She said something Ive never heard before she couldnt give me the type of love that I wanted. She couldnt love me back with the un-dying commitment I gave her. So we broke up she kept the present I got for her. At my request. It was a little black teddy, panties, stockings, and a silk nightgown ($180.00 if anyones curious), she looked radiant ion them by the way. A few days later we got back together just as a sexual thing her words. We tried to get together for valentines day, but it didnt work so I spent the night with someone else. My mistake. When I tried to call her back she wouldnt talk to me so I text her. She responded saying she didnt want to talk that was the last thing I ever heard her say. And it would have been the last time I saw her except for that damn picture if her in jeans and that pink Bjork t-shirt.
I deleted the picture from my computer Im sorry!
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