In the end...I was forgotten.
It seems to be my lot in life...ah yes, I know most of you will read this, think that sucks and moves on...it something I have learned to deal with I guess. My name is Patrick Alois Ortiz Wolf...I was born in 1986 and early in my life I fell in love with a boy name Shane....I loved him with all my heart, he was my only true friend when truth means so much to a naive boy... I was lost when he moved away....never to be heard from again....he had cut off all feeling from our relationship when his parents found out...I was heart broken... but I was not all together innocent. But I have had 7 years to think about the mind games....dont get me wrong, I did love him...but being still very young I was very prideful and expected a lot from this...
Needless to say i never forgot about him...I loved him...and dI felt like my heart was mising. our neighbor who I will refer to as Oma, had given me his phone number today... I had to work throughout the day I was the happiest I have been all day. As soon as I got home, I called him up and asked if Shane was there...it was him...after 7 years of silence I now heard his voice once again. It was so deep...but still I could tell it was him. I asked him if he remember me and i toldhim who I was...there was silnce then a sigh. "Nope, can't say that I remember you." If you only knewhow clsoe we were...said it once and said it once again that if we slit both our wrist we still wouldnt bleed to death. Now i have wasted 7 years of my life on an empty forgotten love. I feel used...alone and now quite aware of this desease of drama and heart ache. I dont know what to say....besides that Im glad he was able to forget...for now I wish I had done the same and 2 that this painful chapter in my life is finaly over.
SHANE JONES 1985-2003...in the end I was forgotten...
Needless to say i never forgot about him...I loved him...and dI felt like my heart was mising. our neighbor who I will refer to as Oma, had given me his phone number today... I had to work throughout the day I was the happiest I have been all day. As soon as I got home, I called him up and asked if Shane was there...it was him...after 7 years of silence I now heard his voice once again. It was so deep...but still I could tell it was him. I asked him if he remember me and i toldhim who I was...there was silnce then a sigh. "Nope, can't say that I remember you." If you only knewhow clsoe we were...said it once and said it once again that if we slit both our wrist we still wouldnt bleed to death. Now i have wasted 7 years of my life on an empty forgotten love. I feel used...alone and now quite aware of this desease of drama and heart ache. I dont know what to say....besides that Im glad he was able to forget...for now I wish I had done the same and 2 that this painful chapter in my life is finaly over.
SHANE JONES 1985-2003...in the end I was forgotten...