the theory of winners and losers.
talking to him, even if it was just a half hour of texting, has seriously made me happy again. gives me a more realistic grasp on my life. like, coming up for a breath of fresh air. it's amazing how, through so little words, so much can be taken. and take it, I will. for me.
in the movies, I will go down as the woman that everyone likes, except for all of the star actresses. because, you see, they may have won, but I will always be there in the back of their minds.
"why was she so special to you?" "i don't want you talking to her." "i don't even understand why you would want her in your life."
well you see, I'm an elegant, exquisite, delicate, wonderful, unique, sincere, lovely, kindhearted, optimistically, selfless woman when it comes to matters of the heart. the heart is a delicate, but risky matter.. but I still try and do what I can, when I can. I never win, but I never lose either.
so the woman gets the man she wants, and I didn't. but I left an impression. an impression enough to have them fight over it for countless hours, weeks even. who is really winning? sure she got the man, but she also got the memory of what happened with me.
and now, my memory of that night is mine to remember. not hers. I'll never regret that night. it's what needed to happen so that I would move on. and I have. I'm at peace. but do you ever think she will be?
so, in theory there are no losers or winners. only change and understanding.
in the movies, I will go down as the woman that everyone likes, except for all of the star actresses. because, you see, they may have won, but I will always be there in the back of their minds.
"why was she so special to you?" "i don't want you talking to her." "i don't even understand why you would want her in your life."
well you see, I'm an elegant, exquisite, delicate, wonderful, unique, sincere, lovely, kindhearted, optimistically, selfless woman when it comes to matters of the heart. the heart is a delicate, but risky matter.. but I still try and do what I can, when I can. I never win, but I never lose either.
so the woman gets the man she wants, and I didn't. but I left an impression. an impression enough to have them fight over it for countless hours, weeks even. who is really winning? sure she got the man, but she also got the memory of what happened with me.
and now, my memory of that night is mine to remember. not hers. I'll never regret that night. it's what needed to happen so that I would move on. and I have. I'm at peace. but do you ever think she will be?
so, in theory there are no losers or winners. only change and understanding.