Sir Williams was the man who initially broke my heart. Mike was the man who saved me.
Until topsy turvey happened.
Mike turned out to be a complete asshole, while Sir Williams galantly swooped me away from that forty-grand mess.
Mike didn't just turn out to be one hell of a womanizer, but also one who takes advantage of women's purses (or wallets or pockets or whatever symbolizes money). Sir Williams tried to convince me by computing how much I have already spent on the asshole. How much more gullible and stubborn could I get? The answer to that didn't really matter, as long as it didn't get any worse. I had to pull out, and I didn't wait too long to do that.
Everything was viewed from a very different perspective from then on.
Sir Williams was back in my life, and back to taking my heart for a roller coaster ride.
The first day we met proved our undeniable chemistry. In more ways than one. We definitely missed each other.
The succeding weeks was a whirlwind. There was friendship, sweetness, lots of caring, hints of love... Though nothing more.
I want him back. It feels as if he wants the same. But there are walls that has been built.
I don't know what exactly his walls are made of. I could give a few guesses, but I'll never really know. What I do know is what mine are built of. I know mine are made of anger, pain, suffering, betrayal, disappointments, fear, agony, ... Fortified by love and a lot of masks.
That was what this blog was all about: my wall. The fictional reality I built to protect myself.
The truth made beautiful by lies.
The temptuous lies turned into truths.
Sir Williams:'I love you...'
Why can't life be as simple as those words? Why can't those words just be happily ever after? Why does such a line have to be so... Complicated? Why must these walls block the beauty of...
| anger | pain | suffering | betrayal | disappointments | fear | agony |
...I love you too?
