CatScratches

2B or not 2B

adorable, strange and mysterious, a smoldering furnace beneath those dark eyes, unbelievably talented, he wields his words like knives in the hands of a Ginsu chef, how could I not be smitten?  Alas, he is the nightingale and I am just a lark. I still think him marvelous, mark me, but my heart beats hard and fast and loud his doesn't even skip...it's not meant

...2B.

Omission is betrayal...

I am SO not one of those people who believes "no news is good news".   Yeah, um, no, I'd prefer to know the dealio thanks.

The worst news is still much better than not having any clue where you stand. 

Oh boy...

What do you say when there is SO much you'd really like to say but you're suddenly afraid to say anything at all...for fear of saying the wrong thing.  All I CAN say is, no one has held my hand like that in a very very long time.  But I haven't forgotten how great it is.

In regards to love...

"The brain sees what our heart wants it to feel"

-Tony Robbins in Shallow Hal

It IS my fault

.Okay so...my ex basically thinks it's my fault...I should have known he was cheating...and I should be happy because he's been so much nicer to me since he's been having sex with someone else.  How do you like them apples?  Okay so I guess I really am better off.  Who wants a boyfriend who doesn't like to make out or eat p***y anyway?  He's right.  It IS my fault.  I should have left a long time ago...

p.s.

it's okay.  i'll go rollerblading.  i'll write some poetry.  I'll buy some new clothes (after more rollerblading).  I'll cry and I'll spend time with my friends, my sisters and brothers and I'll meet someone else.  Sooner or later.  Someone who can't keep his hands off of me.

It's okay. All along I thought it was me...but it wasn't. 

let's go with the infamy thing

Ok another day that will live in infamy.  My boyfriend confessed to cheating on me.  Has been since January.  Well, he says now he isn't my boyfriend.  We're together four years but we took a break last fall so that all goes away, doesn't count, doesn't factor in it seems.

He pursued someone that wasn't me.  Not telling me because he knew I wouldn't, couldn't tolerate it. My leonine pride would be ignited and vengeful and now, of course, I fear the end is nigh.