Tuesday, December 28, 2010
igoogle
how long is forever?
i typed this using 3 fingers from each hand, i do not type like you do.
some fingers are just left there to rest.
a query in the Google search bar.
i hit enter.
i wrote you a hundred letters, not one was sent. not one published.
i know once i write about you i am defeated.
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4 comments:
so when you published this post...
does it mean you're defeated?
I sense your love for him.
unrequited, painful and real.
a love that you can wait forever for.
“I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.” -Amy Tan
what we have become. who we are. and what we will be.
i end every sentence with a period.
i am defined by it.
love. a faint memory.
a memory that poisons my mind, disables my heart, and hinders my motivation to move forward.
I wish you could love me like you have loved him.
Snowbigdeal,
You are wrong, I do not love him and I wouldn't take him back even if he or I wanted to. He has no self-control or self-knowledge. In the end his grand-standing was just silly. Everyone gets tempted, but this jerk sought out the relationship with her. He actively pursued her. Man has no clue what he is doing.
Telling someone that they have learned from their mistake is bullshit. That is not a simple mistake when a person already knows that cheating on someone is morally wrong specially if your girlfriend is pregnant with your child.
He had SEVERAL CHANCES to stop these "mistakes" before hurting anyone. Nothing will ever be the same when something like that happens. And this is not the first time, he had done this before with an ex, knocking her up and leaving her. He can do this over and over and think and feel it's okay. His morals are screwed up.
You really have to think about the scar that other significant has to carry for the rest of their life.
And I am not writing about him or to him.
I am simply writing.
People always assume it's all about them.
ha! ha! ha!
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