I Am About To Leave You, But Maybe I’ll Come Back
Maybe in this year I will rediscover the happiness I’ve been chasing for the past few months. Or, maybe I won’t.
Maybe in this year I will rediscover the happiness I’ve been chasing for the past few months. Or, maybe I won’t.
Five of the few told you pretty words that made you giddy. Unluckily, they also told such words to the other twenty. You? You still believed because you loved them so, but you started to fear the thought of being an option by someone whom you treated as a top priority.
What we had was real. The pain, the tears, the joy, the love, the loss, all of it was real. We were definitely a mess but I was your mess and you were mine. Just because people don’t understand what we had doesn’t mean it wasn’t there.
“I laughed the hardest with you and cried the hardest because of you. I wouldn’t trade that for the world. One day I will fall out of love with you too but I will always have love for you.”
“The truth is, I remember glaring into your eyes and kissing you like there was no tomorrow. I remember you grabbing my ass and holding my face while you kissed me back.”
I wish I could hate you for stepping back into my life. For making me fear that it will take me a long to forget about you again. That it will a long time for my heart to be OK again.
“I’ve had deep emotional conversations with my boyfriend about how much we mean to each other, then a few hours later I’m hanging out with someone else and probably going too far sexually.”
“When I think about you sitting in the White House, it terrifies me. But here is the thing Mrs. Clinton, I WANT to like you.”
Who cares what other people think? I’m not going to base how I live my life because someone, somewhere, at some point decided that women need to groom their legs.
I used to take being underestimated as an insult. Until I saw it for what it was. Just a clear reflection of my own behavior.