I should be so (un)lucky
When it comes to the matters of the heart. How many times is enough? And when is it not?
They say 3 times a charm. I think more like "cham".
The 1st was a fluke, he says he is sorry. It's never happened before. And you need him so much. You cannot imagine a world without him. Everyone deserves a 2nd chance. Love, is unconditional isn't it?
-peace-
When you least expect it, you get a call from a total stranger that asks you to leave him. And that they have been together before you. It didn't matter if it was an ex that he kept in touch with and in many more ways than the occasional pleasantries. You'd remember feeling like a wreck in moments like this. Somehow time stands still while you watch everything around you crumble. The trip you'd planned for, the showrooms you seen and the family and friends that you've known. You tell yourself, it's enough. Only to melt like a candlewax in face of the sweet nothings and incessant apologies. Like the smooth wax, you let it slip. He proposed, you relent
-bliss-
Nobody is perfect. But there is a line to be drawn. It's one thing to sow your wild oats, it's another to bear fruit. In another person's orchard. So what do you do this time?
They say 3 times a charm. I think more like "cham".
The 1st was a fluke, he says he is sorry. It's never happened before. And you need him so much. You cannot imagine a world without him. Everyone deserves a 2nd chance. Love, is unconditional isn't it?
-peace-
When you least expect it, you get a call from a total stranger that asks you to leave him. And that they have been together before you. It didn't matter if it was an ex that he kept in touch with and in many more ways than the occasional pleasantries. You'd remember feeling like a wreck in moments like this. Somehow time stands still while you watch everything around you crumble. The trip you'd planned for, the showrooms you seen and the family and friends that you've known. You tell yourself, it's enough. Only to melt like a candlewax in face of the sweet nothings and incessant apologies. Like the smooth wax, you let it slip. He proposed, you relent
-bliss-
Nobody is perfect. But there is a line to be drawn. It's one thing to sow your wild oats, it's another to bear fruit. In another person's orchard. So what do you do this time?