*Almost* Fictional
Ive always been a good guy. Generous and friendly to everyone, helpful to my friends, a perfect gentleman to the girls. Ask anyone who knows me, they cant say a single negative thing about me. Always the shoulder to cry on, the guy to lend you a hand, the person to turn to. Its no surprise that Ive known and made a ton of friends, yet I can only call a select few my best friends.
Love has never been a stranger to me, it has come and gone a dozen times already. Ending almost as fast as it started. Thinking back now, I realize the biggest mistake I made, dating. Its just hard to deny how you feel, teen-age hormones are hard to fight. I tried to end things in the easiest way possible, so as after our mistakes and bad decisions we can still be friends. I succeeded most of the time, we call each other occasionally, share a few stories every now and then. Point is, even after the relationship has ended, we still keep things civil.
Then she came along.
Fate, as it turns out, has a funny way of saying things. Wonderful things happened when She and I met. I guess you can say that it was a match made in heaven, seeing as we lasted as long as we did. Never had I met someone I'm so attached to, someone I cant help missing, someone I truly loved. Words fail to describe what I felt. And it all began the moment I saw her, because right then I knew, that Id do everything to have her.
God pointed me in the right direction when I found her. Although it took me a long time to admit what I felt for her. I tried to hide it and keep things at a sisterly level. Love is just too damn hard to fight. Ive found it easier to decipher the Enigma code than to explain how this 4-letter word works. All I know is that there was no point fighting a pointless battle. I just opened my arms wide and accepted whatever came next.
Things were great for a while. No hiccups, no bumps in the road, no grey clouds. FOR A WHILE.
As with Romeo and Juliet, she was a Capulet and I was a Montague, the only difference was that this love story did not end with both of us lying lifeless on the floor, one dead because of poison, the other with a dagger through the heart. No. This story ends in a way much more tragic than that.
Numerous persons were against us from the start, my friends included. They told me the bad things about her. Now, the thing about love is you never look at the bad side. Only the good. It was that blindness that ultimately led to my heart being shattered into a thousand pieces.
~Im tired of ticking the keyboard. Ill finish whenever
Ive always been a good guy. Generous and friendly to everyone, helpful to my friends, a perfect gentleman to the girls. Ask anyone who knows me, they cant say a single negative thing about me. Always the shoulder to cry on, the guy to lend you a hand, the person to turn to. Its no surprise that Ive known and made a ton of friends, yet I can only call a select few my best friends.
Love has never been a stranger to me, it has come and gone a dozen times already. Ending almost as fast as it started. Thinking back now, I realize the biggest mistake I made, dating. Its just hard to deny how you feel, teen-age hormones are hard to fight. I tried to end things in the easiest way possible, so as after our mistakes and bad decisions we can still be friends. I succeeded most of the time, we call each other occasionally, share a few stories every now and then. Point is, even after the relationship has ended, we still keep things civil.
Then she came along.
Fate, as it turns out, has a funny way of saying things. Wonderful things happened when She and I met. I guess you can say that it was a match made in heaven, seeing as we lasted as long as we did. Never had I met someone I'm so attached to, someone I cant help missing, someone I truly loved. Words fail to describe what I felt. And it all began the moment I saw her, because right then I knew, that Id do everything to have her.
God pointed me in the right direction when I found her. Although it took me a long time to admit what I felt for her. I tried to hide it and keep things at a sisterly level. Love is just too damn hard to fight. Ive found it easier to decipher the Enigma code than to explain how this 4-letter word works. All I know is that there was no point fighting a pointless battle. I just opened my arms wide and accepted whatever came next.
Things were great for a while. No hiccups, no bumps in the road, no grey clouds. FOR A WHILE.
As with Romeo and Juliet, she was a Capulet and I was a Montague, the only difference was that this love story did not end with both of us lying lifeless on the floor, one dead because of poison, the other with a dagger through the heart. No. This story ends in a way much more tragic than that.
Numerous persons were against us from the start, my friends included. They told me the bad things about her. Now, the thing about love is you never look at the bad side. Only the good. It was that blindness that ultimately led to my heart being shattered into a thousand pieces.
~Im tired of ticking the keyboard. Ill finish whenever
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