An hour ago my sister told me that the guy she was madly in love with once upon a time has finally proposed someone. My reaction hasn’t been that great. For years, this guy never missed any opportunity of hurting Z & even today, he had to tell her. I really don’t see the point. All I know is that some people just go on hurting, because that’s all they have & that’s all they can give.
If someone loves you, does that mean you have the right to hurt that person? I’m writing on it, as I want to get this out of my system. I don’t believe in that stupid, crappy concept of love anymore. I don’t even know when did this happen & I don’t even care. But I just didn’t like it when my sister told me this dramatic shit.
Guy 4 was my last crush. That bastard too made me cry on a number of occasions. Once I was crying & my cat Tommy (who was suffering from Leukemia at that time) kept on talking to me. The next time when it happened, his baby brother Bobo didn’t leave me for a second. I don’t hate Guy 4, as I don’t hate anyone…even my worst enemies. Later on, I also made a million dollar discovery that all this happened as it was a bet. And the bet revolved around sex. As if kissing or sleeping with someone is like shitting. However, my history is somewhat like this: you may bet on me, but you don’t win, baby. Certainly not in this life time! And you won’t believe it, but I was 29 at that time, not a teenager who could have done anything for a hopeless crush.
Z genuinely loved that bastard. As far as I’m concerned, I had that damn thing in my mind that I was growing old. What I have seen is that some people take you to the extent where you stop feeling anything for them. Whether they live or die, it doesn’t matter.
