Love is not safe at all
To fall in love is to literally expose yourself to the most hurtful of things. you can be beaten, your can be robbed, you can lose huge chunks of money....but no hurt beats that of a broken heart. Happy, my ex is a huge testament to this. This girl had this notion that she fell in love with me the moment she laid her eyes on me. It even seemed very right that we kissed on the first we met. I am sure if it was not for my limitation on curfew back then, I would have been invited to her dorm room and in the least, get to second base. So easily did she believe that I loved her so much just because I said. She did everything in her power to please me. She gave me food, money, clothes, gifts and biggest of all....some really steamy sex. Yet she soon became annoying and I was sick of being around her. I miss Happy so much right now. She was easily the best girlfriend I ever had, yet I treated her so inhumane. I wish I would take all this crap back but it's done. I broke a heart, one which thought that a soul-mate had come in to keep her safe
Love might let you fall
Watching CI everyday makes me realise that most homicides that occur when people snap, are because of love. Yet even after realising that the murder occured because of an error in judgement and therefore it can be corrected by a plea of guilt and a lighter sentence, cover ups are made and victims somehow left to be villains by the very people who claimed to be in so much love. Love excessively and you will surely die.
Love will take your time
I spent the better part of two years being an on and off boyfriend to probably the one person I can call the love of my life. Yet she took in all my bullshit and inferior ambitiousness. Ivy told her best friend Carol how sweet I was, how down to earth I was, how not full of myself I was. Yet all I told my best friend Mark was how I was full of Barley, how it was his turn to cook, how lazy I was to wash my sheets. She was a beauty, everyone worshiped her. I did too, but just not to the right proportions. Yet it is funny, I was madly in love with this girl but somehow I did not have a thing to show for it. I kinda woke up to these realities but soon fell back to my nonchalant ways. On top of all this bullshit, I also poisoned her mind with the things that I loved that she did not care about. I wasted her time. She might think different, but I have learnt to appreciate all the bullshit in my life as bullshit. Pride won't let me, but I would do everything different if ever she let me in again. But then again, dwelling on the past is shit. Here is gone.
Love is not easy
Brie is a good kisser. Yet something keeps telling me going any further might one day deprive me of that sweet, soft mouth of hers. She is funny, she gets me and interestingly she lets me kiss her on end. She is far away now, yet when I think of calling her, I fear two things. She might be feeling me so. Or, I might be the one doing so. But her kind of dwelling worries the crap out of me as all I can see are complications right ahead. Not her fault, all mine actually. I allow anxiety to rule over me. Doubt gets the best of me and I look at love as something that might end up not giving me the Brie that I know but instead give me a sad Brie that breaks my heart at the thought of me doing exactly that to her.
Love will break you
I told Merab that I would try to be her boyfriend. I also told myself that with the cheery personality, the innocence and the good sex, it wouldn't be a problem falling in love with her. I lied to her and I lied to myself. But my sweet Merab changed that day I told her I was bailing on her. She became entrenched in all sorts of dare devil activities and many times she came out crying. What beats me though is the fact that she never seemed to be angry at me. I would tell her point blank of my need for pussy and she was always more than willing to shove my process into her apple. She was the perfect example of a good girl gone bad. Sean Carter thinks when that happens, she is gone for ever. Well I broke her, I just wish I could trace her now so I could fix her.
Love is good
One thing is true, Love is good. It brings two completely different souls together and when the perfect fit takes toll.....fire works just. I await that day with positive anxiety and when I get my God sent, I just might never let her go.
Names altered to protect certain people's identity
