Sun of San Sebastian
Posted Oct 13, 2012 by anonymous | 371 views | 2 comments
For one, I know she's the non-committal type. She'd drive me out of my mind in a week. She was the love of my best friend's life. I know he won't say it, but I know the man. It's not something you give to just anyone, especially not him. He feels almost as bitter now as the day they parted ways. She's said very clearly that the next words she says to me in private will be a scolding like I've never heard. See, I broke up with someone we both care about, and I did it in the most ****** way I could manage to. (I promise I wasn't trying.) Losing this woman's friendship was what brought me to my senses about the person I left for. While I was with that mutual friend, a relationship that lasted two and a half years, I used to dream about this woman. I put it aside, convinced that it was confusion and a sense of wanting out. Right this very minute, I would hear every angry word she has to say and thank her for it. I would fight through every demon in my life or anyone else's for the chance to feel her love. I'm a grown up; I know in a few years at most, I'll find someone who strikes me in just as strong a way, but in this exact moment, I couldn't imagine wanting anything, anyone, any more. Damn this heart and its demands, damn the fates and their manifold tricks, damn my mistakes and damn myself. I miss her, and I adore her.
Commented Nov 28, 2012 by anonymous
That's really thinking at an impresisve level
Commented Oct 13, 2012 by anonymous
Seems like you really miss her.