Tuesday, May 08, 2007
How could you do that, how could you do that, how could you do that thing to me....
How could you do that to me. To me.
Not to just any woman that you met, but to me.
I, who said no, no no in the beginning, when you asked me to trust you.
You worked so hard to make me believe in men, to make me believe in at least one man, in you.
To believe love is possible.
REAL bloody serious till-you-die-kinda-love.
Romeo&Juliet. Love at first sight.
The whole big glittering fairytale, even marriage.
MARRIAGE.
For me, who had for a long time imagined a Joni Mitchell-song kinda life.
Broken love and short lived passion, travels and trips and no for ever.
Everytime I ran away you ran after me, you held tight when I struggled, you kissed and whispered me to sleep, you kept all your promises and you understood every secret I ever told you.
That kind of love was too perfect for endurance, I guess.
But I'm so mad and I'm so hurt and I'm so scared that this is not just a rough patch, a difficult crossing, but the end.
Show me something else.
Not to just any woman that you met, but to me.
I, who said no, no no in the beginning, when you asked me to trust you.
You worked so hard to make me believe in men, to make me believe in at least one man, in you.
To believe love is possible.
REAL bloody serious till-you-die-kinda-love.
Romeo&Juliet. Love at first sight.
The whole big glittering fairytale, even marriage.
MARRIAGE.
For me, who had for a long time imagined a Joni Mitchell-song kinda life.
Broken love and short lived passion, travels and trips and no for ever.
Everytime I ran away you ran after me, you held tight when I struggled, you kissed and whispered me to sleep, you kept all your promises and you understood every secret I ever told you.
That kind of love was too perfect for endurance, I guess.
But I'm so mad and I'm so hurt and I'm so scared that this is not just a rough patch, a difficult crossing, but the end.
Show me something else.
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