Someone should just slap me, slap me hard, for even thinking. For it an act of 'loserism' by all parameters I've laid to define it.
How should it be said - it was just way too familiar - the strings of thoughts, the kind of emotional upheaval, that kind of disappointment, and apathy. How does it feel, to be left alone at a cold, dark corner by that important someone just because his life is full of interesting happenings and you just end up insignificant? I understand just too much.
Sure, there's no more pain. Sure, there's no more hurt. But still, there is memory.
Honey, if you see this, be strong. Because I can't tell you to have faith, when my story has already ended in a tragedy. Yet I hope you can hold on, for one can see a bigger worth in the relationship you've cultivated with him in relation to my sad old story, which has now become an old skeleton in my closet I dread to be reminded of. There's still hope in your case, for one can see that he hasn't totally discarded your image in his heart.
Which brings me to ask, guys, what do you take women for? What do you take your girlfriends for? Some entertainment when your life is but uninteresting mundane? Things that can be disposed of after you've found more exciting toys to play with?
Respect your girlfriends! We are not receptionists, who are obliged to attend to your requests after you ring the bell; nor are we waitresses, whose duties are to appear when you need us, and disappear at a wave of your wrists!
On a totally unrelated note, I had a pleasant and delightful surprise at 2100hr today:)
