It doesn’t really have to be goodbye

goodbyeOne Last Time,
Let me hold you close…
Close to my heart,
Can’t believe we’ll soon be apart.
One Last Time,
Let me look into your eyes..
And I see that you are sad,
It makes me kind of glad…
It doesn’t have to be goodbye..
I don’t really have to let go..
But I have nothing to hold on to,
And it doesn’t seem you want me to.
Courage dear heart,
Don’t you flounder now…
And when he turns to say goodbye..
Don’t let him see that he made you cry.

Fuck Yes or No

I’m in love with this article. As someone in her late twenties I have to deal with the dreadful double D – the dating dilemmas.

Mark Mason wrote this really interesting article which is called Fuck Yes or No. It explains, in crude terms on how you can figure out which relationships are worth pursuing and which aren’t. If you want to date the right sort of people – I suggest you read this very simple article. Its common sense actually.

Pardon the language. And i don’t intend to plagiarize, I’m just re – posting as a fan:

The Law of “Fuck Yes or No” states that when you want to get involved with someone new, in whatever capacity, they must inspire you to say “Fuck Yes” in order for you to proceed with them.
The Law of “Fuck Yes or No” also states that when you want to get involved with someone new, in whatever capacity, THEY must respond with a “Fuck Yes” in order for you to proceed with them.

Ah. It made complete sense to me! And that’s what I promised to myself to follow in all of my relationships (hopefully not too many) to come.

To read the article please click here

Twinge- Part 2

For part 1 – click here.

I’m on the train. Its a 32 hour journey to where I want to go and well, I can’t stop thinking about her.

That’s why I hate train journeys. They leave you with too much time to think about life and about fucked up things like love.

Love and me?! Haha! You have got to be kidding me. A guy like me doesn’t believe in love. Oh come on, don’t roll your eyes. Its not like I am a player. I’ve been in a relationship for over 4 years once. That counts for something, doesn’t it?

“But did you love her?”

That’s what SHE’D asked me when we were talking about our past relationships. I looked into her eyes and told her,”No…I’ve never been in love in my entire life.”

I remember the way she looked at me, like I was weird or something.

“Never?” She frowned a little, as if she couldn’t understand it.

“Have you?!” I spluttered to defend myself.

Her eyes softened a little as she said quietly,”Yes, I have and it was amazing.”

I remember feeling a twinge for the first time then. Not jealousy. Nah…I’m too cool for that…I’m too cool to remember how I couldn’t stop smiling when she was around me…how I loved running my hands through her hair…how she smelt.

I sigh loudly. Too loudly I think for the other passengers are giving me weird looks. I put on my phone but there’s zero network. No way for me to stalk her online.

I worry that she’s going to fall for someone else. I worry that she will forget about me. I want to know what she feels for me.

This is hopeless. I turnover to my side and try to sleep.

She means nothing to me. Nothing.


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