Even boys will voice contrition for their big failures. But it’s your ability to recognize - and say you’re sorry for - smaller failings that ranks you as a man. Forget about pumping iron; pump up the apologies.
via Three Phrases Men Everywhere Stumble Over — Yet Women Long to Hear
“Mass hysteria, fear mongering and the army of the uninformed (or better said misinformed); those are the things we should be afraid of…”
And then I saw him with our friend.
And I realised how much it hurt to see him with someone else. That pain, in the middle of the chest, it suffocates, it kills.
That sort of heartache is only born out of real love.
Well at least know I don’t have any doubts
Decided I’ll abandon my heart and follow my mind,
‘Cause what my heart wanted I couldn’t find.
Decided to forget what I missed,
‘Cause you will never know I exist.
Decided I’ll stop looking for you,
‘Cause all it did was make me blue.
Decided to leave behind you and me,
‘Cause what I had pictured coud never be.
“She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not care to be herself.”
— Anais Nin
I saw you today. You walking down the street. Better said, you were standing in front of the coffe shop we went on our first date.
I crossed the street, so we wouldn’t have to cross paths. I was almost half way through, and you yelled my name and waved.
So I went back, and we got in. We sat in our usual table, the waitress flirted with you, as she always does. You ordered the usual, for you and “your lady”.
You said you where hoping to find me there. I blushed because as you said that your right hand brushed my left arm, and I blushed as I always do when you touch me.
You smirked, and proceeded to do that thing you do when I feel embarrassed. Hair flip, sigh, “that’s why I ..”.
“Double expresso -smile- and a cappuccino for the lady” she interrupted. We’ve been there at least once a week for the past months, and they never get it right.
As we switch the coffees I knock over the flower vase, it rolls down and just before it falls you catch it. I thank you, once again for saving the another day.
We talked, we kissed, and talked some more. We talked about classes, about the band, and about us.
You apologized, and retracted everything you said that night. You admitted that you did took me for granted, and underappreciated me.
I forgave you, and asked you to “never ever leave my side”. “Never ever” you replied.
We kissed, we exchanged I love you’s, and kissed some more. We looked at each other, our eyes and our mouths.
I closed my eyes and leaned to kiss you. My cellphone rang, eyes closed I looked for it on the table, picked it up, and open my eyes to see who called.
I realized I forgot to take off the alarm I set last sunday, to wake me up for my flight. It’s two am and you are not here.
I’m on my bed, alone, me and my phone. My stupid phone. No expresso, no blushing, no nothing.
I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to go out, I don’t feel like reading, I don’t feel like listening to music, because all I have in my refigirator are left overs from when you cooked for me and the pizza box from our last movie night, you like the places I like to go and I might bump into you, the only unread book I have right now is that book you believe I’ll love, and all the songs somehow remind me of you
You took the one thing I had left, I can’t sleep because you are there too. It’s not seeing you what bugs me. I love that part. It’s the waking up and realizing you are not there part that drives me insane.
