A Tale of Painful Love

Prologue –

             Allow me to tell you a bitter-sweet tale. A short story of two young adults madly in love, but doomed from the start. This story is about a young couple; Pyramus and Thisbe.  Pyramus was the most handsome seventeen year old in all of Babylon. Being a lean, muscular, tan-skinned boy with hair the color chestnuts and piercing blue eyes, all the girls loved him. They followed him around like lost puppies, and fawned over him as if no other boy existed. But, he only cared for one; the loveliest maiden of all the East. He loved her pale blonde hair. The way the sunlight turned it nearly a shimmering white. She had bright green eyes, and in them shined a light so bright you would have thought nothing could extinguish it. But even the brightest of stars fade.

Well this hurts….

Wanna know what hurts? When you and the love of your life can’t fix things. So you break up.  Then 6 months later you both realize you can’t do it without the other.  

So you get back together. Things are good, but you can’t get over him leaving you. It hurts and sucks so bad.  

But things are good now. Different. So things work out. But it always hurts, and you wonder if it’s because your so fucked up now you can’t live a normal life.  

Because you made so many bad choices away away from him, but he made choices way worse then yours.  And you can’t get over the choices he made. 

Election Day

I’m not one for politics. I just don’t understand most of it, and I can’t change it so I don’t bother. But today will be a deal breaker. 

I can hardly remember when Bush was president, I remember Obama being elected. Now I’ll be witnessing either Trump or Hilary. This will go down in history.

In my honest opinion, we’re screwed either way. But no one asked me. 

Fear

When you have a fight with your significant other, it can be one of the scariest things in the world. At least to me it is. I know his past, I know what’s happened between him and past relationships. 

I have never feared him. 

He doesn’t behave the same towards me as he has others. Not even his family. I’m treated better than he treats his own family.

He, by no means, would be considered gentle in absolutely any way. But, with me has never been anything but gentle. 

He is hateful, and angry, and he doesn’t care who he hurts or how others feel.

Except when it comes to me. 

He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t raise his hand. He stops, looks me in the eyes and we become the only two people in the world. He strokes my hand so gently it sends shivers down my spine. He whispers such sweet words I feel as though I’m on cloud 9.  He asks how I feel, what I want to do, if I’ve ate that day. 

He knows what I want before I want it. He goes the extra mile for me, that he has never done for anyone else. 

He is mine. He’s my sweet baby. He’s my lover. My best friend. I’ll never love another, the way I love him. 

He’ll never know I wrote this post. 

love me

Love me when you think you can’t. 

Love me when it’s hard to love yourself. 

Love me when I’m being stubborn. 

Love me when you don’t think you can do anything else. 

Love me because you know no one else will. 

Love me because you know I need you. 

Love me because you know I can’t do it alone. 

Love me because you know I need you. 

Love me because you know if it wasn’t for you I’d be nothing. 

Love me because you made me the monster I am. 

Love me because you know you’re a monster without me. 

Love me because you want me.