This is going to be a rather small post, or I think it will be. Since I'm writing about my thoughts etc. there's something I'd like to talk about before progressing with further news.
It's about women. Honestly, and I like to think every other man is like me, or feels like me: most of the time I don't understand women. Actually, I was always a lady's man, having at least 2 women per month, or some random dates here and there, and I've always had a WAY with women. Clearly, this does not mean I understand them. All the contrary, they're intriguing creatures of God, that you obviously need in your existence and that some way change your perspective of things. I like women, their hair, their fragance... I've been with many, but I've loved very few. I can count with one hand the amount of ladies that have completely and utterly turned my world around. I don't know if this is something good.
Nonetheless, I like to think of myself as a nice guy, and I'd never willingly hurt any women. There *is* one female that i'd like to kill and then 'burn' as Ashley would probably say, but she's another story and another blog: a tale of betrayal and true deep down hatred.
However, things change and one goes on. I'd like to say I'm an innocent man, one is innocent until proven guilty, I have a point of view as how things happened and why. I broke a girl's heart not long ago and I deeply regret the outcome of both our actions. I would've rather prefered 'forgiveness' and things to end up differently, but she hates me and there's nothing to do about it I guess. I'm not a man who holds and grudges (except the one in the above paragraph and with a very justified fucking reason), so I'm carefree, and love life more than anything. What happened with this person is something I won't write.
It's rather strange how life works and how opposites end up attracting. There was this girl, who I used to fight with all the time... we didn't get along; we didn't speak we shouted; we didn't LOOK at each other, we glared. Anyways, you could literally say, she was ICE, I was FIRE and things between us didn't seem to have any possible outcome. As time went by, we eventually became part of the Student Council, we had to fought even more; the situation was tense and we couldn't deal with the other.
I wanted to shut her up, pull her hair and screw her real hard................. huh? I wanted to... WHAT?
<-- what was going on through my mind as the big man down below came forth to say hello.
So, yeah. That's how our relationship started. The whole school thought it was the most unlikely match ever, but with time, I realized we were great, one with the other. I really really liked her a lot, and though she was distant, I loved it when she honored me with that smile of hers. I can imagine her reading these lines and blushing, she's extreme private.
Thing is, I lover her. I want to protect her and I don't want anyone to hurt her. I want to be someone she can trust and someone who can be by her side when she needs me. I want to hug her when she cries, kiss her where it hurts, when it hurts. I want to be someone she can be with no matter what happens.
Ah... she's precious to me.
It's about women. Honestly, and I like to think every other man is like me, or feels like me: most of the time I don't understand women. Actually, I was always a lady's man, having at least 2 women per month, or some random dates here and there, and I've always had a WAY with women. Clearly, this does not mean I understand them. All the contrary, they're intriguing creatures of God, that you obviously need in your existence and that some way change your perspective of things. I like women, their hair, their fragance... I've been with many, but I've loved very few. I can count with one hand the amount of ladies that have completely and utterly turned my world around. I don't know if this is something good.
Nonetheless, I like to think of myself as a nice guy, and I'd never willingly hurt any women. There *is* one female that i'd like to kill and then 'burn' as Ashley would probably say, but she's another story and another blog: a tale of betrayal and true deep down hatred.
However, things change and one goes on. I'd like to say I'm an innocent man, one is innocent until proven guilty, I have a point of view as how things happened and why. I broke a girl's heart not long ago and I deeply regret the outcome of both our actions. I would've rather prefered 'forgiveness' and things to end up differently, but she hates me and there's nothing to do about it I guess. I'm not a man who holds and grudges (except the one in the above paragraph and with a very justified fucking reason), so I'm carefree, and love life more than anything. What happened with this person is something I won't write.
It's rather strange how life works and how opposites end up attracting. There was this girl, who I used to fight with all the time... we didn't get along; we didn't speak we shouted; we didn't LOOK at each other, we glared. Anyways, you could literally say, she was ICE, I was FIRE and things between us didn't seem to have any possible outcome. As time went by, we eventually became part of the Student Council, we had to fought even more; the situation was tense and we couldn't deal with the other.
I wanted to shut her up, pull her hair and screw her real hard................. huh? I wanted to... WHAT?
<-- what was going on through my mind as the big man down below came forth to say hello.
So, yeah. That's how our relationship started. The whole school thought it was the most unlikely match ever, but with time, I realized we were great, one with the other. I really really liked her a lot, and though she was distant, I loved it when she honored me with that smile of hers. I can imagine her reading these lines and blushing, she's extreme private.
Thing is, I lover her. I want to protect her and I don't want anyone to hurt her. I want to be someone she can trust and someone who can be by her side when she needs me. I want to hug her when she cries, kiss her where it hurts, when it hurts. I want to be someone she can be with no matter what happens.
Ah... she's precious to me.
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