I'm a lover, not a fighter
Hi, friends!
A friend once told me that I could never be monogamous simply because I love to love. And I do love to love, but I can definitely be monogamous. It just takes a while to tame me. Right?
I've had three intense lovers. Three intense relationships that flowed over me and tickled all the right and wrong spots. Mandy, Amberleigh, and Rachel. Tall, beautiful, light-skinned girls.
I have good news. Remember when I thought of Mandy all the time? Remember when I dreamt of her weekly? That no longer happens. I can think of times with Mandy without being sad, or necessarily joyful, but aware that it happened, and grateful for what she taught me, what she gave me. But, it takes something significant for her to pop into my head. I'm not bitter of what she couldn't give me (which is very little, since she gave me quite a lot of herself). I'm no longer bitter of how we ended. Just glad that we didn't kill each other. I hope she's happy. Truly. I'm sorry for forever referring to her as the mega-bitch that ate my heart only to spit it out.
I've never felt bitter toward Amberleigh. She's one of my greatest friends, and I hope will continue to be. Our break-up is recent if you take a step back, but far along enough to where friendship wouldn't be awkward. I love her dearly.
Rachel and I have gotten back together. I think most of our issues were talked about in the intermission and we spent time alone. We're healthier. I'm not saying all our troubles are fixed. I think I was hit with this thing called perspective when we were broken up. I can be happy single.
I feel I was meant for this girl. I'm not going to just leave her. I'm willing to fight for this love. I actually don't have to do a lot of fighting because our love is just there. It's overpowering and irresistible. She's the one, you guys. Let's hope I don't fuck it up again.
Sharelle has respect for herself now and all things.
A friend once told me that I could never be monogamous simply because I love to love. And I do love to love, but I can definitely be monogamous. It just takes a while to tame me. Right?
I've had three intense lovers. Three intense relationships that flowed over me and tickled all the right and wrong spots. Mandy, Amberleigh, and Rachel. Tall, beautiful, light-skinned girls.
I have good news. Remember when I thought of Mandy all the time? Remember when I dreamt of her weekly? That no longer happens. I can think of times with Mandy without being sad, or necessarily joyful, but aware that it happened, and grateful for what she taught me, what she gave me. But, it takes something significant for her to pop into my head. I'm not bitter of what she couldn't give me (which is very little, since she gave me quite a lot of herself). I'm no longer bitter of how we ended. Just glad that we didn't kill each other. I hope she's happy. Truly. I'm sorry for forever referring to her as the mega-bitch that ate my heart only to spit it out.
I've never felt bitter toward Amberleigh. She's one of my greatest friends, and I hope will continue to be. Our break-up is recent if you take a step back, but far along enough to where friendship wouldn't be awkward. I love her dearly.
Rachel and I have gotten back together. I think most of our issues were talked about in the intermission and we spent time alone. We're healthier. I'm not saying all our troubles are fixed. I think I was hit with this thing called perspective when we were broken up. I can be happy single.
I feel I was meant for this girl. I'm not going to just leave her. I'm willing to fight for this love. I actually don't have to do a lot of fighting because our love is just there. It's overpowering and irresistible. She's the one, you guys. Let's hope I don't fuck it up again.
Sharelle has respect for herself now and all things.