We don't all love the same; to think that would be a sad mistake.
I still loved him and every day it just kept growing even with us being apart....
I was struggling going through the ups and downs. Memories rushing through my veins, feelings shackled me to some of the darkest places I had yet to overcome. Every part of me just wanted to run into his arms where I had felt safe from harm. I was lost; and it didn't matter which direction I was heading. I was on a road less travelled. I was blinded by darkness, the cold grazed my skin giving me a taste of what was to come. I kept walking into the unknown and with each step I took I couldn't help but look back.
I had woken up this particular morning feeling like I needed to be punished. I was craving a wound as deep as the ocean and as sharp as his tongue. I could always depend on him to be cold and hurtful towards me. That was the one thing I always knew he could be towards me. I always knew he would say anything but comforting words. He was blunt, he never held back and he didn't spare my feelings.
I think thats why I loved him so much. I didn't want someone who was so nice, a pushover, I wanted a man. And to me he was the ultimate man. In my mind he was the Greek King of Sparta. He was so fierce, and he would get this look on his face at times that even stopped me in my tracks. Most of you are probably thinking this woman is crazy. But no he was beautiful; in the way that he let his intelligence show. He was beautiful in the way he smiled, he was beautiful in the way his eyes showed frustration, he was beautiful in every way possible. (side tracked again )
So I grabbed my phone and sent that dreadful first message.....
"do you still love me?"
At that point I was looking for a no.. anything awful, anything but a yes.
"thats not really a good question to ask" - Mr. K
I didn't think it was a bad question to ask, so I responded "do you still love me?"
It was always simple with me its was either a yes or a no... no maybe's no grey shaded areas. I either knew or I didn't know.
"sometimes" - Mr.K
To me that was a nice way of saying "no" which to be honest had left me with some ease. He had set me free and I knew then and there.. that Hope was a dirty four letter word.
I still loved him and every day it just kept growing even with us being apart....
I was struggling going through the ups and downs. Memories rushing through my veins, feelings shackled me to some of the darkest places I had yet to overcome. Every part of me just wanted to run into his arms where I had felt safe from harm. I was lost; and it didn't matter which direction I was heading. I was on a road less travelled. I was blinded by darkness, the cold grazed my skin giving me a taste of what was to come. I kept walking into the unknown and with each step I took I couldn't help but look back.
I had woken up this particular morning feeling like I needed to be punished. I was craving a wound as deep as the ocean and as sharp as his tongue. I could always depend on him to be cold and hurtful towards me. That was the one thing I always knew he could be towards me. I always knew he would say anything but comforting words. He was blunt, he never held back and he didn't spare my feelings.
I think thats why I loved him so much. I didn't want someone who was so nice, a pushover, I wanted a man. And to me he was the ultimate man. In my mind he was the Greek King of Sparta. He was so fierce, and he would get this look on his face at times that even stopped me in my tracks. Most of you are probably thinking this woman is crazy. But no he was beautiful; in the way that he let his intelligence show. He was beautiful in the way he smiled, he was beautiful in the way his eyes showed frustration, he was beautiful in every way possible. (side tracked again )
So I grabbed my phone and sent that dreadful first message.....
"do you still love me?"
At that point I was looking for a no.. anything awful, anything but a yes.
"thats not really a good question to ask" - Mr. K
I didn't think it was a bad question to ask, so I responded "do you still love me?"
It was always simple with me its was either a yes or a no... no maybe's no grey shaded areas. I either knew or I didn't know.
"sometimes" - Mr.K
To me that was a nice way of saying "no" which to be honest had left me with some ease. He had set me free and I knew then and there.. that Hope was a dirty four letter word.