I am complicated, confusing and misunderstood but I am real. Life is too short to be anything but happy.
- Top Story - January 2022
Throwing in the towel
Everyone has reasons for throwing in the towel and walking(sometimes running) away from a relationship. Whether they seem ridiculous to some or not, they are in fact your reasons. No-one has to accept or understand them but they do need to respect them. So here are my top reasons for kicking someone to the curb (gently of course, ok maybe not).
She sits in her room, in the shadow of a single light. She stares at the screen, she knows she needs to write but is at a loss for words. Sometimes it is so easy and times like this…not so much. Has she really said all there is to say? She thinks about all the written pages, all the poems and wonders if there is anymore to say. Surely there are lots of things to write about. Emotions and feelings, thoughts and points of view. Yet the only thing on her mind is him. He must be tired to a point, of her expressing her every feeling to him but then again, maybe not. She always feels like there’s more to say. More to express. Sometimes she feels like there are not enough words and other times like she’s already said enough. She wonders if she even NEEDS to write anymore. Always pouring out her heart and soul on the page. She writes to express. It’s her therapy. Her release of emotions. Writing the things she maybe otherwise could never say aloud. He tells her to keep writing. He is her inspiration, her reason for writing, her reason for living. Everything that she is, is because of him. Her world, her every waking moment revolves around him. Almost all of her writings are either for or about him. In one short year she has been transformed because of him. So tonight, once again, she writes for him, about him and to him.
Once upon a time… Not so long ago, there was a handsome prince. He spent his life alone and was OK with that. Until one day he saw a fair maiden. To him she was a princess but her tough exterior led everyone to believe she was a strong willed girl, who had built some very tall walls, to protect her from all the horrors in the world. He knew that if he could break down those walls even a little, inside that stone castle was a fragile flower that needed to be nurtured and loved so that some day, she might bloom. Their paths would cross every week and as time went by he found himself searching for her weekly and she would also search to find him. They both found comfort in the hugs that they would exchange. As fate would have it, soon the hugs became holding. Then she left. He found himself having a longing for her and she missed him horribly. So he journeyed to her side. Only to find her with another. Neither understanding the feelings that were growing between them, he kept his distance but remained close to her. She saw this but questioned his every move. He was confused and found her to be complicated but yet something about her called out to his heart. She was equally confused with this prince who she believed could never love such a broken girl. She didn’t understand why he would not give up and walk away. Surely there were prettier, nicer girls than her. Ones without so much baggage. Someone who would truly make him happy. Yet every week he would appear and he would hold her close. Her heart began to listen to his and her soul found a connection in his that she had always searched for.