Yeah, it still hurts
The last time I knew who I was, I was leaving Texas to move back to California, my home state. I was told I was wanted, and needed, and loved, and would have a place to call home. It was a beautiful dream.
Reality sometimes sucks in such a big way, it becomes indescribable.
I should have known better than to trust my heart...again. That's what got me in trouble in the first place; making me believe that moving to Texas for love was the most brilliant idea I'd ever had in my life.
Well, it was. For about 5 minutes.
Same with the move to California. Just because someone swears he/she loves you, doesn't make it so. Their intentions may be golden, but they tarnish just as quickly as the ones less precious.
I am not throwing a bucket of blame anyplace but in the mirror. We all do what we can, but we don't all, when we know we've made a mistake, bury it in the back yard and never look at it again.
Reality sometimes sucks in such a big way, it becomes indescribable.
I should have known better than to trust my heart...again. That's what got me in trouble in the first place; making me believe that moving to Texas for love was the most brilliant idea I'd ever had in my life.
Well, it was. For about 5 minutes.
Same with the move to California. Just because someone swears he/she loves you, doesn't make it so. Their intentions may be golden, but they tarnish just as quickly as the ones less precious.
I am not throwing a bucket of blame anyplace but in the mirror. We all do what we can, but we don't all, when we know we've made a mistake, bury it in the back yard and never look at it again.