The Big L Word
Loves a funny thing isn’t it? Nothing else can put you through the full range of emotions it can be exciting and passionate, yet it can also be Dark and sinister.
It makes you do funny things, you don’t understand why you’ve done them, or even the fact that you did it because of love.
So with this in my head, it leads me to my next point. The fact that I am damn stubborn, A phrase my dad uses stick in my head “I never hold a grudge for more than a decade or two” and this normally sums me up completely, you get on my wrong side and it takes a long time to get forgiven. So maybe I am wrong, but I will never think I am, maybe what is the matter is I keep wanting him to be something he’s not. So it will always be my problem rather than his, but does this mean I move on? I keep telling myself I have, yet always find myself close to him again, so maybe I haven’t, maybe I never will. Its amazing I can be angry at him one day, yet the next day I’m arranging for him to come on holiday with me because I know it’s something he’d love, and nothing makes me happier than seeing him happy. (it also doesn’t help that he’s damn beautiful)
I’m summery. If your reading this, I’m Sorry, I’m a Wanker, but I’m afraid I always will be