This is long, but serious, so PLEASE DO NOT Post if you don't read it all. If you read it all, then you can scorn me or make fun of me or whatever. But it is a matter of the heart, so...be kind.
Okay. You see, I have this problem. Her name is Lauren (i'll attach a pic at the bottom).
I've always been good with girls. If there is one talent I have, that is it. Well, that and playing them. I was good at scheduling, twisting the truth (it is amazing how seldom you have to lie. People ask you questions and listen to you answer, but they don't really seem to care or notice if your answer actually matches the question), and not mixing up names. It wasn't unusual for me to be dating (and I use the term dating loosely) 4 to 5 girls at a time, and keeping them all happy because I'm good at playing boyfriend. And my emotions just never seemed to get involved. I cared about them as people, but I was never in love.
So, then I move to Houston, and a friend introduces me to Lauren. And the unexpected happened. We hit it off like no other, and we are joined at the hip for a month. Crazy Crazy things happened, which are not suitable for a family oriented forum After a month, we started getting on each other's nerves, and arguing more, and getting into a few biggggg arguments. I say it is because we are both very passionate people. Anyway. It started as a little leak in the dam, and instead of fixing it, we dug out the edges and watched the dam assplode. Shortly after our two month we decide we are fighting too much and we need to just call it off.
That was Sunday, and I've been miserable since. As it turns out, I was happier with her and arguing than I have been without. I've started to realize that the joy and pain and love were color to my black and white world. I can't really eat or sleep or go back to my old ways. I realize now that even the pain is better than being numb, sitting idly by and casually observing the emotion I caused in others. For the first time in my life, I'm in a situation with a girl where I don't know what to do.
Okay. You see, I have this problem. Her name is Lauren (i'll attach a pic at the bottom).
I've always been good with girls. If there is one talent I have, that is it. Well, that and playing them. I was good at scheduling, twisting the truth (it is amazing how seldom you have to lie. People ask you questions and listen to you answer, but they don't really seem to care or notice if your answer actually matches the question), and not mixing up names. It wasn't unusual for me to be dating (and I use the term dating loosely) 4 to 5 girls at a time, and keeping them all happy because I'm good at playing boyfriend. And my emotions just never seemed to get involved. I cared about them as people, but I was never in love.
So, then I move to Houston, and a friend introduces me to Lauren. And the unexpected happened. We hit it off like no other, and we are joined at the hip for a month. Crazy Crazy things happened, which are not suitable for a family oriented forum After a month, we started getting on each other's nerves, and arguing more, and getting into a few biggggg arguments. I say it is because we are both very passionate people. Anyway. It started as a little leak in the dam, and instead of fixing it, we dug out the edges and watched the dam assplode. Shortly after our two month we decide we are fighting too much and we need to just call it off.
That was Sunday, and I've been miserable since. As it turns out, I was happier with her and arguing than I have been without. I've started to realize that the joy and pain and love were color to my black and white world. I can't really eat or sleep or go back to my old ways. I realize now that even the pain is better than being numb, sitting idly by and casually observing the emotion I caused in others. For the first time in my life, I'm in a situation with a girl where I don't know what to do.
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