The Love of My Life
(Before reading this, I want you to understand that this is written/typed based on the point of view of a helpless soul who falls in love too easily, and finally realises that the dreams she was chasing after was right in front of her all along. Too complicated to understand? That's your problem not mine. Alright, fine. To make things simple, it's just one of my random drabbles. Comprende?)
"I love my husband. I really do. But lately it seems as though we're drifting apart. I'll be frank - I'm scared. I don't know what the hell is happening to me. I used to be so very close to him, we're practically joined at the hip (literally and figuratively...). It has nothing to do with him, I'll admit that it's all on my part. I'm the one who's being the insensitive bitch and falling helplessly in love with some other guy. How typical of me. Let's see... I've fallen in and out of love with at least 25 men to date. Why? Why is it so easy for me to be... swept off my feet, just like that? No matter how much I say publicly, "Pssh. Love. What a sucker," my heart begs to differ. Inside, my heart bleeds, it aches, it yearns for physical touch too, just like any other person does. It isn't dead, it isn't frozen. In fact, it is very much alive and warm, thank you very much. Back to the main story. I came across some photos of us together, smiling happily, two people who hadn't a care in the world except how much they loved each other. A wave of nostalgia swept over me, and I suddenly realised how much I missed him. How much time I've lost. I don't think I can ever make it up to him, and the fact that he forgives me for every stupid thing I've done just increases my guilt tenfold. Looking at these pictures, it dawned upon me that nothing in this bountiful world can complete me the way he does. The emotion I felt towards those other men isn't love; it's nothing more than lust. They don't make me feel like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world, they don't make me feel like I'm the best damn thing that happened to them. No, they only make me feel like I just sat for a roller-coaster ride - the feeling of exhilaration only lasts for as long as you are experiencing the ride. Only one man has managed to make me feel like I'm on a Ferris wheel - it may be slow and redundant, but the many different scenery you view along the way is special and makes the wait worthwhile, and that man is my husband.
-Dedicated to Cray, the love of my life-"
There. My first time drabbling on a subject of love. Comments and critiques are very much welcome and appreciated.
||Firesky - out||
"I love my husband. I really do. But lately it seems as though we're drifting apart. I'll be frank - I'm scared. I don't know what the hell is happening to me. I used to be so very close to him, we're practically joined at the hip (literally and figuratively...). It has nothing to do with him, I'll admit that it's all on my part. I'm the one who's being the insensitive bitch and falling helplessly in love with some other guy. How typical of me. Let's see... I've fallen in and out of love with at least 25 men to date. Why? Why is it so easy for me to be... swept off my feet, just like that? No matter how much I say publicly, "Pssh. Love. What a sucker," my heart begs to differ. Inside, my heart bleeds, it aches, it yearns for physical touch too, just like any other person does. It isn't dead, it isn't frozen. In fact, it is very much alive and warm, thank you very much. Back to the main story. I came across some photos of us together, smiling happily, two people who hadn't a care in the world except how much they loved each other. A wave of nostalgia swept over me, and I suddenly realised how much I missed him. How much time I've lost. I don't think I can ever make it up to him, and the fact that he forgives me for every stupid thing I've done just increases my guilt tenfold. Looking at these pictures, it dawned upon me that nothing in this bountiful world can complete me the way he does. The emotion I felt towards those other men isn't love; it's nothing more than lust. They don't make me feel like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world, they don't make me feel like I'm the best damn thing that happened to them. No, they only make me feel like I just sat for a roller-coaster ride - the feeling of exhilaration only lasts for as long as you are experiencing the ride. Only one man has managed to make me feel like I'm on a Ferris wheel - it may be slow and redundant, but the many different scenery you view along the way is special and makes the wait worthwhile, and that man is my husband.
-Dedicated to Cray, the love of my life-"
There. My first time drabbling on a subject of love. Comments and critiques are very much welcome and appreciated.
||Firesky - out||
posted by Firesky at
19:34
6 Comments:
mmm...just like a page taken out from a romance novel
as i have said before, you have this flair for writing...so keep at it...it's good therapy
and it would be a shame to see good talent go to waste...
Thank you XD
Hey ^_^ nice one ^^
it sounds reli sad tho, n yes i noe its supposed to sound like that @_@ a lil unlike u i would say @_@lll
Hoho hontou ni arigatou gozaimashita! XD
Of course it's unlike me, I just said that it's the first time I'm experimenting on the subject of love hohoho XP;;;
Expect more dark stuff in the future tho <3
XDDDD who's cray cray cray? *pokes u* lol it's nice.... *caniendhere?* somehow i think u probably kill me if i stop there. hmm well... u were so good that now i feel like emo-ing and i don't feel like studying at all. ><
Domo arigatou gozaimashita!~ XDDD
Cray is.... i'll tell you next time we chat <3 And as much as I'm flattered, DON'T USE THAT AS AN EXCUSE NOT TO STUDY NYA!!! ROFL!!!
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