Because you are in a theoretically reciprocal relationship with them, but know that most often it’s not they who’ll get fucked
Because you can only fire pellets at them, while they can hear the last of you with a single rocket-launcher discharge
Because as a reasonable individual, you can only think and act fairly conscientiously, while they can gaily indulge in fantastic ascriptions
Because you can call it quits only to assuage your ego, but they can boot you out with humble pie to boot
Because you can tell the world they are wrong, but they can make the world believe you are wrong
Because you have money to lead your life and your family’s, but they have money to screw many lives
Because you are a sucker to corporate seduction, and they can continue to charm many more till kingdom come
Because you can only write about it now and feel lighter, while they can decide to keep you light as long as they want
It is indeed an ethereal feeling to be reunited with your love. You know how it is to have almost lost only to smell sweet victory. To be back from the brink.
It was a very unpleasant parting of ways for us, and that left me single for several months. I didn’t have an option but to break from my relationship with her. She was beautiful and I’d accepted her for what she is. Her innate character measured twenty four carats and that was enough for many people to desire her. I knew she wasn’t the chastest beauty around and I was OK about it. She wasn’t extremely healthy, but I was still convinced that she was meant for me. The doc was clearly trying to fleece me each time by saying she was absolutely fine. I kept getting indications that I need to let her go, but my love for her was almost unflinching. Until one Saturday evening. She and I attended a play. I fail to understand to this day what irked her so much, that she refused to get back home with me. I pleaded, argued with her, and finally gave her a spanking for good measure. But she wouldn’t budge. I managed to drag her home after having created a scene on the streets. My sleepless nights then began. I slowly started seeing no great reason in having her with me, when all she returned for my love was a big headache. A couple weeks later, a bloke spewing generous amount of passion expressed his desire for her and I was not very sad to let her go.
The days after were filled with introspection. What made me have her with me? Why was I desperate for someone who had satiated many others before falling into my hands? Was she really an old hag in the guise of a new age damsel? Did I have to go through all this only to be left high and dry, and without a companion to go places with?
Last month I decided that I needed her back. I knew who she was living with and didn’t bother to plead her to come back. Instead, I saw another of her ilk. Very young, and identical in looks. Upon talking to folks, I realized that she was a lady of stronger character, extremely clean and obviously beautiful, and loved nature as much as she loved people. It didn’t take too long for me to decide to propose to her, and to my good fortune, she accepted!
We met yesterday and since then, she’s mine! My Bullet of a motorcycle! Made like a gun, she goes like a bullet!