Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Snowball's Chance

Did someone else capture your heart?  Was it the voluptuous one with the toned figure?

Is she the one that kept you awake during the warm summer nights?

She's gorgeous, no doubt, and "Adrine" come true.  Much like "snow" white. But did you dig deeper and find a "boyadjian" secret?

I can't measure up in terms of looks, but what I lack in that department, I make up for in intellect, compassion, curiosity, and a whole slew of other qualities.  Except you don't know that because you never digged deeper. 

Your problem is that you don't do your homework - you never tried to learn more about the girls you're seeing.  They're all dispensable, and unfortunately, i am one of them.


I admit, I am probably obsessed about you, and I know it's unhealthy.  But you create all sorts of emotions within me and all I know is that I love being in your presence.  My life is certainly full of color already, but with you in it, I see rainbows all the time.  Even double-rainbows!

I'm utterly heartbroken.  But the situation is what it is and there really isn't much that I can do anymore.  I want to get in touch with you sooooooooooooo badly, but prolonging this "relationship" is only going to hurt me more later on since I know that you're not for the taking.

Why, oh why, do you not reciprocate my love?  I wish I were the woman to make you reject your monogamish/polygasmish ways ... there's a "snow"ball's chance that I'll ever get you to love me the way I love you.

But it is what it is.

I need to commemorate our times together and slowly let you go.  I just don't know if I'll be able to make it.  I want to talk to you, see you, kiss you, hug you, and just be with you.  Constantly.



Self respect

It's been a week since I last contacted my lover, and I can't stop thinking about him.  I wake up in the middle of the night to thoughts of him and I know it's only been a week, so the beginning is always the hardest. 

He's already told me that he doesn't want to commit and he's never told me he loves me so I'm pretty sure this is a dead-end relationship.  What to do? I've already made up my mind to cut him off but I miss him like crazy.  LIKE CRAZY ...  WHy, oh why doesn't he love me back?  Where did I go wrong?  Our sexual chemistry is out of this world and yet ... he still doesn't love me.  I think we're compatible in a lot of other ways.

I guess I don't stir emotions in him that shakes up his world.  My goal has always been to make a difference in this world, to be a trailblazer in one aspect of life.  I had already given up hope that I would be a super successful career woman and instead turned my focus onto fostering a good family life.  I can't even move the one person that I've been intimately involved with and that really makes me wonder, do I even have any influential abilities?

How can I be an inspiration to strangers and those beyond my immediate circles if I can't even motivate those closest to me?

Lucky me

Lucky that I haven't had to suffer through many breakups.  This one is particularly bad, even though I initiated it as well.  I've never felt like I'm the only one in a relationship.  To care soooooo much for another person who you don't even know if he likes you or not is a terrible unsettling feeling. 

I didn't think that my confidence would get shaken.  But it has.  I need to slowly build it back up.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Love is not love

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.



I loved this poem growing up and dreamt that one day I would find a love that was fixed, unshaken by any tempest.  Alas, I was wrong.  I love being in love and I crave for the touch of my lover.  This blog is a way for me to get over my pain and to distract myself.