I'm starting to think that in everyone's life, there is this chance. This chance to forgive, to start again with someone. And in the movies, the man always messes up and the woman finds someone else, she moves on with her life. And then the man realizes all his mistakes and that he was an idiot and he will do anything for her, and the woman takes him back because that's what she wanted all along.
Why is it that we forgive?
Why is it that it takes some dramatic break, to see her with someone else, to realize what you had?
Why is it impossible for them to see a future, there in the moment, with the person that they are with.
It takes them being ripped away from who they love, to realized that that is truly WHO they love.
Guess its a classic love story then, right?
So I should follow the lines, its almost time for my climax. To realize that he really does love me, and wont hurt me again! So I should go back to him, forget everything that happened and love him like I always wanted.
It could be that simple.
But my cynical, cynical mind. Over here making me think, you are going to be that person that gets fucked over, over and over again, by the same man. How pathetic. Are you really not strong enough to try and get over him?
Why does he get a second chance? Why do I still love him? Why is it that someone who you love so much, could hurt you so deeply, and YOU STILL want them?
I wasn't perfect either.
But then again. I always knew it would be him to fuck it up. I knew I wouldn't slip up, that it wouldn't be my mistake.
I wish I was as confident in my loyalty to him, as his to me.
Guess I'm just banking on the idea that we will end up together, eventually. It's not like hes out trying with anyone else. And I am, actually trying, and it's getting me nowhere. If anything it just makes me miss him more.
But maybe that's because I haven't cut him off completely and he is still on my mind? Its kind of hard to enjoy a sandwich when you have your favorite flavor halfway eaten next to you. Not even going to try and do a shitty example using a gas station sandwich compared to something less disgusting?