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I don't care what anyone else says break ups are always messy.
Whene someone says that it can be done with dignity. It can't. There's no dignity in a broken heart. There's no salvation or ease. It should be removed like a band-aid. Fast.
But, of course. No one does it that way. Because the prospect of true love deserves the right to be fought for. Even if the battle is lost - at least you tried.
So the band-aid is peeled off slowly. And every millimeter of pain is like a thousand papercuts. And that band-aid is five football stadiums wide and 10 miles long.
But, love deserves that kind of respect. You fight for the that perfect kiss in the rain, the sunset moment of a first 'I love you,' ...that fairytale romance.
And the greatest of these was love.
But, it's funny because it's not top priority anymore. Because as entertaining as Sex and the City is. And how I was once one of the last of the romantics in this sex-media lustful relationship fad world. It's just not priority anymore. I don't care that much about not having anyone.
Because I have me.
And that's enough. And not concieted as you may think. But, lovers come and go - but you're stuck with yourself forever. So, the first person you have to fall in love with is the reflection in the mirror. And no, this is not some narcisstic disorder.
I just realize that I can't expect someone to become someone else - just so that I can be happy. I can't expect someone to say the things that I want to hear or choose a career that would fit my lifestyle. Because that's selfish. And not right. I have to learn to truly love myself before I can give myself to someone else.
He's calling...
Gotta go.