Dear Dreamers
The guy I love, doesn’t love me back. Just to save you the
time drowning your shoulder with tears and woeful cries filling your ears; I’ll
sum it up, he can’t love me. If you want to believe he’s gay, hey by all means
let’s just roll with that. I’m old enough to the point where I know not every
man I want, will want me back but at the same time, a girl’s allowed to dream
right? Prince Charming isn’t real, all those little Disney princesses dreamed
of him as a knight in shining armor until her ‘true love’, which is never
showed in the hour and a half movie just because they want to give us little
girls something to look forward to, comes along. You can cry about it sure.
Confide in chunky monkey while watching reruns of ‘Threes Company’ but nothing
will satisfy nor fill that emptiness that’s inside. Just roll with the punches,
take one for the team and continue life as if nothing happened. Continually
pulling down your shirt to cover the bruised soul lying within. Nobody could
possibly understand the pain you have experienced by you expressing yourself to
him and not even getting a wince in return. Really? I can’t even get the decency
to be denied and shot down but you have to leave me completely in the dark that
I don’t know where I remain. I don’t know whether or not to label you as gay,
confused or stupid. Not knowing could be the worst thing when it comes to love
because you are so sure in the feeling you have towards him but he…isn’t so
sure about you, which leaves you where? Sitting on a bed at 2:30 am typing
endless rambling statements and questions to a bunch of ppl who have NO CLUE
who or what you’re referring to…
-Sweet Dreams
Breezy
