About Her.

It's always about you.

      See how pathetic you are? You just woke up, started writing about something else but ended up writing about her. Well, here's the thing. No matter how many times you socialize, get yourself into meeting new people and try to date as many times as you want to. If you're still hooked with the main one, you will never be happy. No one will ever kiss you, hold you, look you into the eyes and bond with your soul as intimate as she has done. No one will ever get you like she can, does and has. And you can't give just about anyone or yourself that chance cause you haven't untangle yourself out of that intricate web. You're still holding on. She was your breath of fresh air, someone offered you their freshness -- you like the change, yet you end up not wanting it cause you're not happy. She's still your favorite music, taste, smell, setback and intimacy. She will always be what she has been to you, you love her to bits eventhough she broke you and you're still bleeding. She will always be the best. And you couldn't even find yourself writing something about someone else cause it's always about your ex lover. It's hard to top what you both had, it would take time to actually top just everything about her. No one will ever be her. You're still hooked on her and now you know you're as fucked as ever. See how the fuck she till affects you? She's still your muse, you're not over her cause this notion is still about her. We love people way too much, but just like the sun, by night time, we learn to live without it. You got used to not having her as yours, and you're back to being friends. You're slowly getting the hang of it. Yes. You still love her. And no definite words could ever suffice to how you feel about her. But that was it, she aint your endgame. She was just part of your life, a huge part actually. She walked with you for a mile. But didn't really planned to be with you for the long run. You see, when things end, you dont just stay where people left you. You need to move on. It's hard but you have to.
     - Ecxerpts from tons of things I end up breaking down into; it's always about you. (f.d.d.m)