I've noticed something. When I fall for something I fall hard. I met someone on the phone through a misdialed number and a week later I was in love. We had phone sex every night. I cried when his phone was disconnected. I almost sent money to him just because he asked.
I almost rode a bus to go see him.
I met a guy on here. We wrote a few poems to each other ending in '....' and I fell in love with him. I believed him when he said he felt he was flawed and that I was just to good for him. (Fallen for that line twice now. I know I'm not to good for anyone. Not now anyway) I cried when he said that he would rip the stars from my eyes, and the moon from my sky. I told him he already had, and that I was an empty sky, a broken vessel, a dried up well after him. Never met him. That all happened within maybe two weeks of 'meeting' him on here.
I'm a very passionate person. I am a very stupid person.
Those two never mix well.
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