Life got in the way of true love
It wasn’t supposed to happen as it did. I was a party boy, hyped up on music Heineken and that one shot of Tequila which i admit makes me a little wild. And she was the party girl who in her words when she saw me said, ‘oh i will have a bit of him’
Too drunk to know what i was doing, but quickly enough i straightened up, the Tequila wore off somehow. I walked her home and right away in my head things were going to change for me. The moment she looked at me i knew it, she had those big eyes most guys go nuts for, bright blue too.
My weakness and she knew it, didn’t help myself when i said it out loud to her, maybe the alcohol hadn’t gone out of my system.
She smiled at me when i said it, stupid me, i was caught up in these beautiful blues and great smile. She had me and she knew it, it took me sometime after the make-out session to figure that out, afterwards whilst walking home in the cold, and i quote myself now. ‘oh shit Jason, you need to get your shit together. she is unreal, so hot, you’re in trouble’
But was i?
Our first date which i insisted on doing:
We went to a local restaurant, the tree top, i remember it now, she wore an off white lace dress with flat shoes, her hair was braided. I swear she searched through my Facebook to see my likes, she was my idea girlfriend dressed the part looked the part and for me she was it.
The first date was perfect we even spent more time together after dinner. But the trouble started there and then for us. And it came in the form of a jealous so-called friend. Who on first sight of her said she hot and jumps in our car to get a lift home.
(Side note) this was the biggest mistake of my life, leaving her for my friends after the date. I can honestly say right now it was the biggest mistake of my adult life. (it haunts me still)
(Back to the story)
So after this, the phone calls and texts slowed down. It was Lewis, after finding out months later that he was messaging her behind my back, she turned on me. Coming from Lewis’s mouth to her ears, i come off needy, he, on the other hand, had only one plan, break us up.
It worked.
And so the endless months of fighting begins. We had the same social cycle, just a little different. On nights out we would sit across from one another with hatred in our eyes and hearts for one another. She become the poster girl: of everyone i hate and trust me she felt the same. We only needed a cause to start a fight, and trust me she threw a punch or two at me.
So by now, you’re wondering why the hell is he writing this, it sounds like pages from his diary. And honestly, it is.
So a year passes and both of us now are feeling stupid about everything. We confess it to friends and they tell others and soon enough it gets back to us. But there is a tension yet to be broken. We were coming out of our party stages, we were now looking at each other differently. The spark on the first night when we meet was returning, she was smiling at me, i was blushing at her. (Yes i am a man who blushes, so what)
Our friends knew it, Hell we knew it.
It happens, i open up to her, she cries her heart out to me. Those big blues got me again. But this time, she was crying because i hurt her. she told me everything the times she hated me, the times she wanted to end the fighting. and the times she thought about me when alone, or with other men. The spark returned.
So we live happily ever after right?
But that’s how fairy-tales end.
And no, it still hasn’t ended.
Life got in the way, the confessions the remorse for our sins; our feelings for one another. They just moved on, and it is killing me, even now as i write this. She’s off in a foreign land, with a man she does care for, how do i know, she told me so. She looks me up on social media, so i have been told. Is she sitting behind a computer reading this?
Hope so.
So at some point this story has to end, it has to have a fulfilling one too. But sorry it doesn’t. This is not a tale to make you happy or sad really, it’s me telling you my story so i can release the burden i am carrying around.
She’s exploring Australia, while i am stuck in Ireland pouring out my heart to a blank piece of paper, hoping one day she returns home. Freeing me from my burden, not letting life get in our way.
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