I feel like shit. I can honestly pinpoint the moments in my life when my heart was torn. Last night being the third. But ironically they were all for the same reason. I’ll talk, text and chill with a dude for a while. It might not be a long period but we’ll establish that he likes me and I like him. This gives me hope that this dude might not be another hook up or bootycall. We’ll go clubbing and dance with our friends. As soon as I turn my back, I catch him macking his lips on some next dude. Then I’m just there watching, devastated.
By the third time, you’d think I’d learn from my mistakes. Stupid me.
Answer:
nope. didnt know it existed.
This is the problem with me. I always want what I can’t have. But when I have it, I don’t want it anymore. Then once I lose it, I begin realize how much I should have been thankful for what I have been given.
Its hard to explain what I’m feeling right now. Apart of me feels like I made a big mistake, yet another part is telling me do not look back. It may have been a short ride for the both of us but it was a worthwhile ride, no regrets. The moments I shared with this individual were like no other, but I still felt incomplete. It’s inevitable to see that the love is there, but the passion isn’t.
