I'm at a lost for words at the moment.
Ran across something disturbing from a past love, yet still current. I can't explain it, his presence is dangerous. We've been back and forth so many times and I've played with so many ideas in my mind. Only to find that I was ready and willing to rekindle our once undeniable flame.
So I started changing things slowly, but shortly, getting back into the mind frame of being on my love journey to forever. And of course only imaging him accompanying me. We need to master the present before we can go any further and I was ready. Had started cutting ties with the random guys of my single life. Only to find another lie.
Lies and lack of communication are what convinced my heart to run away. Lies were what made it so hard to stay. Secrets, lies, and more secrets. I wonder why its so hard for him to be honest with me, if he claims to love me so dearly. I mean, maybe its just me, but I don't take love lightly. I told him everything, poured out chapters of my soul that I wasn't even prepared to face alone. Everything, the fears that torment me. The bad habits that often tempt me.
I'm just searching for understanding right now. Searching within myself to know how else I can approach love. Obviously what I've been doing isn't working. So I've come to the conclusion that I don't want to be so open anymore. I don't want to be so honest, its gets me no where. Ever.
So what I found was a link to his thoughts. They were typed in an organized way sort of like my Daydream Corner. And guess what? In existence for months. A link to his thoughts. The thoughts that I've been fighting oh so desperately to get out of him. The thoughts that I've been oh so genuinely interested in hearing. Yet and still, I've never been given full clearance to know him so well.
He met someone new and he listens to her. Listens to her tears, comforts her during a dramatic ordeal. All things of which I would kill to have from him. But then again, a part of me is coming to terms with this not so perfect world. And I don't wanna ever be his girl again.
But this is how it always ends, I stick around for the dead end. And a new one comes along and just fills in. I work for all the love and never receive, then the next chicks all I ever wanted.
For once there is no after thought attached to my words I'm over it.....finally. I decided I don't care anymore, this is me running away from the lies again.