I’m not sure if this is really a “love the way we bitch” or just an after affect of a “love the way we love” post that I only ever thought.
You came into my life slowly and I was hesitant to get to know you. I was always attracted to you, but not really eager to get into a relationship. More shy, vulnerable, and supportive than I’ve felt in a long time. I even avoided you some nights to keep myself from getting too attached, but loved hearing my phone buzz with an “I miss you”, or “movie?”.
I let myself let you in, after you gave a great speech about your life during a movie about something I don’t remember anything about because I was too busy staring at your cute face. I eventually just couldn’t resist having you in my life. I know that sounds gay but it’s the only thought I’ve had in my mind for weeks.
I’m not sure what happened but it happened too suddenly for me to have ever done anything to you.
I’ve run everything in my head over and over again. To make sure I didn’t hurt you, not to try to fix things.
Nobody needs to be treated with so little respect. And at this point I just wanna know what happened. Also: You suck and I can’t wait to not return your texts.
Lesson: boys and girls. Appreciate the connection you share with the people who let you into their lives; not because you want to fuck them, or because they’re hot and you’d look good at a party with them…but because they’ve opened a door into their life, just for you. Try to love them just enough to give them a little warning before you slam it back in their face after you got warmed up inside.
That’s the last time I open the door for strangers.
—On the market for a peep hole.
This article appears in Jan 7-13, 2010.
This reminds me more of a poem than a bitch. Too vague and emotional for anyone but the author and subject to actually understand what the hell is going on.
Don’t give up. I did once. I spent months and months with a shell around my heart. No strings, no attachments. It’s fine. You’re safe.
But then you let the right person in, you let the right person connect, and you wonder why the hell you didn’t sooner. Yeah, I might get hurt from this. It could happen. But right now, I’m happier than I ever was playing it safe…
The lesson here is to never get attached and only have casual, non-serious, mainly sexually-based relationships until you’re at least in your 30s and ready to “settle down.” Falling in love feels great at the time, sure, but being heartbroken sucks way worse. It’s not worth it in the end. Anyway, that’s what I’m doing with this one girl now: keeping it just to sex and not getting too attached to her. It’s better that way for the both of us.
Break-ups are usually easier if you’re a girl, too, since you’ll usually get lots of sympathy and find plenty of shoulders to cry on. Guys have to “be a man” and “just get over it.”
that was really profound there.
“And at this point I just wanna know what happened. Also: You suck and I can’t wait to not return your texts.”
how do you ever expect to find out what happened if you plan on ignoring them?
you must have been trippin’ cause you ain’t makin’ no sense here…
qpmzwonxeibcruv -> what you’re saying is you’re a pimp not a simp
i actually know exactly what you mean. i went through a very similar situation. i made a mistake with the wrong person.
i hope you find someone who will be good to you, and who will recognize the good in you. when it happens, i hope you recognize them to let them in.