Stupid blog post title.
Somebody please teach me how to do it properly, attractively, not how to
dougie. I’m a terrible dancer. Ok. Screw this.
They could’ve been happier, they looked good together
(though we looked better together haha. Damn) they could’ve got a
“lovers-of-the-year” award…
I don’t understand why I keep
feeling this way. What feeling? I felt like a horrible ass that I meddled to
their love affair. Like I’m the antagonist in their love story, only I got to
have the prince which antagonists in stories don’t. It’s like prince charming
chose Cinderella’s step sister over her. Impossible right? But I felt like I’m
Cinderella’s stepsister and I stole her prince charming. I admit I neglected
him, and dumped him, and screwed his heart before that’s why he fell into her
loving arms. Then I went crashing back to him, blurted out those three words
surprisingly he’s waiting to hear. And marked the end of their love story. With
their conversations I see everything’s where it’s supposed to be. They’re
happy. He’s got to climb over the walls and into her heart. Good job, prince
charming. But then the odds were rude to their love affair, and it’s in my
favor. Now we’re together, he got her out of the picture. I’m happy he’s mine
again, she’s sad he backslided her. My friends exultant in our reunion, her
friends furious of him for breaking her chaste heart. Maybe even with me, for
stealing him from her. Did I? Stole him?? I thought he’s mine from the
beginning. I’m sorry. I honestly am.
To the girl whose heart was
wounded because of my recklessness,
I love him. I really do. And you know sometimes when you loved someone so much you do
ridiculous things.
So I’m ridiculous. And sorry
I’m ridiculous enough to let him fall for you, and leave you. Sorry if you’re
into this mess too.It wasn’t my intention to ruin what was between you and him.
Besides, I was ready to let him go ‘cause I see he’s happy with you.
I know how it feels, being
hurt. I’ve been. And it sucks right? You lure yourself to chocolates and
comedies then at the end of the day he still creeps into your deserted heart.
In case you think I’m a bitch, I’m sorry I wasn’t. But if you think I am, go
on. Like you I’m a girl. I just don’t look like one. And I understand if you
and your friends would roll your eyes on me. I would do the same either. But
please know I am sorry if you’re feeling that way right now. Feel free to blame
me.
I thank you for being there for
him when I neglected him, I see you’re nice. That’s why he liked you. You’re
pretty, yes you are. And I know you’re a guy’s ideal girl. Do not fear, for one
day you’ll meet that someone who’ll sweep you off your feet. Someone who will
prove to you that not all boys are nuts, and someone who will treat you right.
Wish you knew how sorry I am.
I know life’s unfair. It really is.
ANAGC.
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