There is a woman I consider my special jewel. My light to openness. Three months past and she caught on to me lying and hiding. I hid myself from her, deeply afraid to lose her. Snip-its of my life did nothing to appease her appetite of my story.
Three month pass and she tells me, like the warrior she is, over the phone, we should see other people. Shocked I dived head first into what I did wrong.
With my analytic mind, I raced everywhere. Proceeding to hurt her with my short vague responses to hearing her truths. The conclusion: it was both of us. Two people trying to get know each other. One more open the other, me, not open enough.
She took my wants for discussions as me being angry, argumentative. She took my self preserved playful pestering a hateful way. Had I known that those traits of mine would have ceased. Save for my brothers and father whom all take it with pride.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I cannot stress this enough. Communication! Are you willing to let your love slip away because you are afraid to tell them you don't like such and such or perhaps not talk about why you're silent? Do we know how many positive relationships can be saved if we just talked to one another about one another? Ladies, men want to solve your broken hearts and hurts, we love you, it's how we're wired. Gentlemen, women want you to tell them how you feel and they want someone to relate to.
With great fear I asked her for one more shot, one more chance to open up to her. She, the forgiving beauty she is, accepted. With a condition of course. We will meet up, have a coffee and she quite clearly stated that I tell her everything. I scarcely know where to begin. I don't know if I will prove to her how much I love her. Here my analytic mind is four-walled.
If her happiness must be me kicked to the streets I will go that way and away.
Three month pass and she tells me, like the warrior she is, over the phone, we should see other people. Shocked I dived head first into what I did wrong.
With my analytic mind, I raced everywhere. Proceeding to hurt her with my short vague responses to hearing her truths. The conclusion: it was both of us. Two people trying to get know each other. One more open the other, me, not open enough.
She took my wants for discussions as me being angry, argumentative. She took my self preserved playful pestering a hateful way. Had I known that those traits of mine would have ceased. Save for my brothers and father whom all take it with pride.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I cannot stress this enough. Communication! Are you willing to let your love slip away because you are afraid to tell them you don't like such and such or perhaps not talk about why you're silent? Do we know how many positive relationships can be saved if we just talked to one another about one another? Ladies, men want to solve your broken hearts and hurts, we love you, it's how we're wired. Gentlemen, women want you to tell them how you feel and they want someone to relate to.
With great fear I asked her for one more shot, one more chance to open up to her. She, the forgiving beauty she is, accepted. With a condition of course. We will meet up, have a coffee and she quite clearly stated that I tell her everything. I scarcely know where to begin. I don't know if I will prove to her how much I love her. Here my analytic mind is four-walled.
If her happiness must be me kicked to the streets I will go that way and away.
