Don’t worry, I had expected it anyway. I don’t know but I had it figured out that while you’re thinking things out, you would decide this way. Well, I wanted to acknowledge your honesty and for the first time, you have given me a straight forward answer. And you know I’ve been asking you to just let me know so that it won’t hurt me any further. And yes you did. If you would ask me if it hurts, well it does apparently. Though it seems like a complete de javu but it still hurts. But it’s not as intense as before. Like I was drinking my ass off and crying all over the place. No, not again sorry.
Maybe I wasn’t just good enough for you. Maybe my love wasn’t just enough to overwhelm you. Maybe I’m not just the man you’ve been looking for. Maybe I was such a deep shit asshole who’s madly in love with you and spoiled you with love and it causes you, I don’t know pressure? I guess. Well you how passionate I am as a person, as a lover to you. Well maybe if it was a sin to be all that I am, well I am guilty and I am taking all the blame.
Don’t you worry, I wont be in your way again. No more stupid me whose going to go nuts when he sees a glimpse of you. Because I’m so full and fed up with it. Now I am so damn ready to go on. You don’t have the chain on me now. Where you can make fun of me and make me like your boy toy whenever you wanted to. I don’t miss you at all. I despise every inch of your f**thy personality.
Should I thank you for everything? I guess not. Because honestly, I couldn’t recall a single moment when I’m with you where it makes me ecstatic. It seems like I have this selective amnesia thing where instantly, my brain would block all sorts of memories of you to help aide my bloody mess up soul.
To the people who have been drag again with this issue. My apologies again and I will take all the blame. I know. I know. I know. You have all told me to stop the crap about her and instead find someone more worthy of my love. I’m so sorry for all this SHIT. And know I don’t just learn my lesson once but twice “once is enough, but twice is too much”.
This would be my very last post about you. I won’t going to talk about you ever again here in my blog. I won’t ask you for good luck or God bless because I would really sound plastic. You go on with your way and hope you won’t trip or anything. Plaa la la…
If I had made you and treated you as a princess, and I figured that it’s not enough. Well the next time I falls, she would be my QUEEN. See? I never learned when it comes to love. Love for me is always a dangerous gamble where I always end up going home broke and wasted. But I like gamble and wont stop at all. Lmao.