It’s so fun predating until you meet your predator, that’s what happened to me few months ago. I proudly entered the party soon and left in shame so soon too. Here’s the story. There is a newbie in love right now. They think whatever sad stories they’re told about love are failed mambo-jambo love tales. That was exactly me years ago. I was a boy with an unbroken heart. I was a boy full of pride who thought he knew what he was doing. Then I was turned into a trash pit by a girl I could never have imagined. She was a girl I looked down upon. She was a girl I told she wasn’t my type. This same girl spent two years making me believe I wasn’t her type. I wasn’t even close. That’s what we call ‘ego thrashing.’ If you witnessed the whole story, you would admit it was a stomach turning story. This is a real story with real-life characters. The story ends with me, who once thought of myself as the villain, turning into a pitiful character. I mercilessly lost the battle. One true thing about real-life love stories is that there are no season II’s. All I can do is write my sorrows. I will turn them into advice for a newbie. It’s from a failed white snow and the witch tale.
Here is one piece of advice. Seek those who seek you. If you’re too attentive to Kenny Rodger’s ‘listen to your heart’ advice, remember this: the heart has never been smart. It is a foolish organ that can be fooled in a million ways. It would take you to a place you clearly know you shouldn’t even think of going. It would suggest actions for some human who would eventually marry if you’re dead or crippled. This same heart will tell you to never listen to people who brought you into this want to live.
I can’t listen to my favorite songs because the heart’s gonna hear them and bleed. I can’t visit my old favorite places because my heart will feel her presence and feel the pain. I can no longer watch my favorite movies or music videos. My eyes will tell the heart what they just saw, and the heart will surely remember some stupid moments.
If you think the world is gonna share your story, well, you’re wrong. Almost everyone has a similar or even more frightening story. They won’t care until you decide to play rope-and-neck or I-wanna-meet-The-Creator games. That’s when they’ll take your story seriously. Sadly, you won’t be there to accept their shoulders to cry on. Just listen to the advice. Listen before people approach you and ask; “you look sad and mad, Is someone dead, Is mom and dad okay”? without seeing the dead In front of them.
I remember being so poetic when I was with her. Doesn’t I sound too chaotic to the world since when I was left? I sound so pathetic not just chaotic, on that I’m sure.
We crave for money, fame, authority, education and respect. Well, I had all that. Do you realize that they’re so powerful when you’re not in love at all? Or when you’re still in love? If love fires you, well, all those stuff will feel like having millions of coins in Nintendo. They won’t help you in real life. A well served egg is the one that’s well heated from the inside. You’re gonna be cooked from the inside my friend, that’s what love does.
All I ever wanted was my name being legendary. Love-loss has pushed me to now want to be an adventurer. I suddenly love nature, reptiles, and amphibians. Imagine me loving lizards and alligators. I now think of traveling to Asia or somewhere else in the world. I want to be a monk and learn some inner power skills. Alternatively, I live deep in the mountains with bushmen. There, I would just eat roots and hunt to stay away from where my heart is.
I messaged my Ex-girlfriend and wished her well on her new engaged life. It came two months just after our break-up. To hell, I’ll be honest here. They should live in pain forever. Why should I want them to live in peace and harmony while I suffer? I’m always the kindest but not that kind, honestly.
Sitting alone, I remember all the foolish things I would do just to make her happy. I would sing and jump. I would teach and cook for her. I would be her doctor and advisor. I planned for her and helped out. I cried with her and made her enemies my enemies (I should look for my new neighbors so much).Do you know the funniest thing? When I started dating her, she was a lonely girl who had been dumped. She would curse every man she saw. She hated her ex-boyfriend who played her. She wasn’t ashamed to say it out and share her pain. I shared her sorrows and grief as if we were dumped together. Well, that same Ex-boyfriend I spent eternity helping her forget is going to marry her this November. I guess she took my actions so seriously. To hell, Fuck!!