The last great love story.
there are three types of men in this world, as far as i think. There are the type that know what they want, and get it. The kind that have no idea what they want. And the kind that know exactly what they want, but are unable to catch it. I am the third one.
When a man such as myself professes his love, throws it out there for everyone to see. If its rejected, a part of him dies. That part of me happened to be INCREDIBLY strong, and was able to hold out for much longer than normal. But once it finally dies, all he can do is close the wound. Tie it off and shut the book. Once that book is shut, it will never be reopened. Never be read again. The pain that book causes is too much to bear anymore. So it's time to let it go.
The final chapter is written. The book is closed tight.
I hope you all enjoyed the story. The last great love story, that ends in disappointment.
When a man such as myself professes his love, throws it out there for everyone to see. If its rejected, a part of him dies. That part of me happened to be INCREDIBLY strong, and was able to hold out for much longer than normal. But once it finally dies, all he can do is close the wound. Tie it off and shut the book. Once that book is shut, it will never be reopened. Never be read again. The pain that book causes is too much to bear anymore. So it's time to let it go.
The final chapter is written. The book is closed tight.
I hope you all enjoyed the story. The last great love story, that ends in disappointment.