Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The past is the past

For some reason or other you cross roads with me. Captivating me with your unique beauty and feminity. What's in your eyes that always draw my attention?. Suddenly I can get no you out my thoughts. It is that sexiness and cuteness you irradiate like a warm sunny afternoon. It feels so good. As in always the more I want you near me. Deliberately, the fall of my Limerence bring the anxiety of the stupid decision of telling you my feelings. Still takes me a lot of time to realize I need to man up or the outcome is dead if I fail or paradise if I win. When I totally get ground the paradigm is that you fly away. So far by definition I've been getting dead. Dead of love. The only solution is moving on. I need to love me more. Don't feel loser .

I hate ugly women

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