Hey, community!
I will share with you some strong emotions that I carry inside me for years.
I love you, and I've always loved you. So, like a simple man who fell in love with you, he went through jealousy, failure, resentment. However, I wanted to stay with you. And the most correct thing to say is that most of the time I overestimated myself by trying more than I could carry, for fear of losing you; for fear that I will not live up to your expectations - whether they are imagined by me or misunderstood by you. Today I stopped trying to be someone other than I am, but I love you. Like a wounded soul in the first place, like a dear soul. But I no longer deny the human sides of me that long for you. I would like to kiss your body again and feel you trembling with pleasure under my lips. To keep your heart safe all night. To hide in my arms like a child...
Forgive me, I have this kind of passion for you. And if you think I deserve this, I'll ask you an answer: Have you ever felt the same way? Was it something real or did I live this passion in my reality?
Because, let me tell you something. You shouldn't have let me get involved if you didn't want this involvement. Not this way. And let me be clear: you shouldn't have made love to me first and then told me we can't have a relationship. It wasn't right! Call it KARMA, call it "God's punishment." But from my point of view, we create our own reality. Now you suffer the same failure in love. You can say NO, but I know it too well. And it wasn't even intentional, you fell into your own trap. In your own game called healthy relationships... Oh, but you are so human! Isn't?
Thanks for reading my feelings!
