Sometimes we give love to the wrong person, and we sit there, wonder "how could I have given love to that person? They don't even deserve it" or "what a waste of time". But the thing is, you shouldn't think about it that way. You should think of the fact that you were able to give love because if you are able to give it, that means you have it inside of you. It's the same thing with kindness, with honesty, with your ability to care about people. Don't focus on the way people abuse that. Focus on the fact that you have it within you, and that what makes you, You. It makes you a beautiful person, a beautiful human being.
For Tim, it was hard, me not moving out because he knew I had Anders and I still partied. I even met Michael, Anders's business partner and his wife, Liisa. The first meeting with Liisa was something I will probably never forget.
So we were driving around the city with Anders when Michael texted me, telling me that he wanted to see me. Anders was surprised.
"For what? He has a wife, Liisa, you know?" He asked me, I simply shrugged my shoulders because I honestly didn't know. At that time Anders and I weren't official yet, but that did make him think about it. So Michael wanted to meet me at Tivoli and Anders drove me there. Voluntarily.So we met up, Anders didn't want to drink that night because of the early work but Michael, me and his friend Sam wanted, so Anders drove us to my new workplace, Sweet Rosie. We danced, laughed, goofed around. Had a lot of drinks. When we where outside smoking, Michael bad-mouthed Anders every chance he could. He was telling me that he is seeing another woman, that he found a condom at their workplace. Of course, I didn't believe him. I should have though because it was the truth.
At 2 am my workplace was closed and we went to a nightclub. I noticed that Michael is actually really handsome or I was just drunk. When I picture Anders and Michael together, then Anders is a small man, dark hair, grey-green eyes, dark skin, nice arms, and abs. Michael is tall, handsome, blue-eyed blond hair, cute smile. They are the opposite of each other. Michael is fun, goofy, open-minded, loves life- man. Anders on the other hand- strict, black and white, play by the bookman.
We were all getting tipsy and Michael wanted to talk to me privately.
"Let's go out, I have to tell you something. We don't have to go far. Here is a park around the corner." He shouted to me through the music. I nodded and went outside. We started walking towards the park and sat on the bench."You know, he really doesn't deserve you. You could do so much better." He was drunk all right. I kinda felt uncomfortable, because he was leaning so close to me but I wasn't into him like that.
"Can I kiss you?" That hit me like a bullet.
"What? No! How can you even asked me that?" I got mad and stood up.
"I've been wanting to kiss you for so long. It won't hurt. Just one little kiss." All my mind was saying, why? He knew I wanted Anders and nobody else, I made it very clear to him earlier, plus he has a wife.
"And if I don't want to, are you gonna force me?" I asked seriously. He was surprised.
"Of course not!"
"Good, then let's go back. You're drunk. It's time to go home." I started walking, he followed me quickly."Wait" he shouted.
"What?"
"Can I at least hug you?" He asked and didn't even let me answer, as soon as he started to put his hands around me, I heard something in the bushes next to us. Next thing I saw literally a woman jumping out of the bush and punching Michael in the face."You son of a bitch. So this is the slut you been sleeping around huh?" She screamed. Michael literally bolted. I just stood there, eyes widened. Did that just happen? It took everything from me, not to laugh! And I ran too. For a while, then stopped because I realized I had nothing to run away from. I didn't do anything wrong!!
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Reincarnation. Book 1.
SpiritualI am odd and unbalanced, untamed, wild, in a world where everyone is meant to fit in... Well, I do not, not at all, not one little bit. I have a good heart, but people choose to not see it. They see me as the outsider that I am, so like an outcast...