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Another pretentious way of saying "Bitch, please."
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Monday, September 22, 2008
Change.
This entry doesn't seem to make sense.
Change, what can I say?
There are the kinds that you don't have the say in - a death of a loved one, getting fired from your job, having the one person you thought would never stop loving you, stop loving you.
Then there are the kinds that you have a say in - it might as well be yours to make - from a new haircut to a decision that will haunt you for a very long time.
"Change; we don’t like it, we fear it, but we can't stop it from coming. We either adapt to change or we get left behind. And it hurts to grow, anybody who tells you it doesn’t is lying. But heres the truth: the more things change, the more they stay the same. And sometimes, oh, sometimes change is good. Oh, sometimes, change is ... everything."
Today, change is celibacy. A solemn vow to celibate as I wait, for you to come back to where you rightfully belong. Change is from being your lover, reduced to your friend. Change is appreciating the little things in life, seeing how happiness is as good as your tightest grasp on sand.
Tonight, change is making my life about loving you, by the sidelines. Change is about taking every ounce of my capabilities to make you happy. Change... change is about you.
I don't know when it will stop hurting. I don't think it will ever do.
But I love you, more than you will ever know although somehow, with a little hunch, I think you know the intensity of my love. And so I wait, for the one day you will find it in your heart to love me like you used to.. and until then I shall be your friend. A friend who loves you with every vessel in my heart.
I've been crying for the past few days, I haven't eaten since three days ago and I'm pretty much a wreck. But let this wreck be a wreck for now, let the wounds stay open. Let it not heal for now. Just savour.
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