Be
by Bourge
Monday, September 19, 2005
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Ok...
So...
We're not talking,
because you lashed out at me
...again.
And I've learned something...
...I think.
I've learned
that it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter how many times I say sorry,
or what I say sorry for,
or when I say it
or how I say it
because you're always going to be resentful,
and angry at me,
secretly maybe even at yourself,
wondering why I chose him
and not you,
and what you did wrong.
You didn't do anything.
Except refuse to get on with life.
You can get a new girlfriend,
and go out dating
and drinking
and dancing.
But you will never be able to just get on with me, until you can look me in the eye and understand that I couldn't string you along and pretend to be in love with you,
not when I was
when I am
in love with someone else.
Until you understand that, and until you can see me, and not the she-devil who ruined everything, you will never be able to
just
be.
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
9/20/2005 |
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Charlotte,
For most,as we grow older our minds mature faster than our bodies. Some are caught in limbo. Their minds never mature. Very well written. |
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| Reviewed by M Flack |
9/20/2005 |
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Panful and dificult topic to write about. Especially when someone seems to love themselve so much that they can't come to terms that anyone else couldn't love them as well...
Well writen. In a dramatic and unique style. Keep up the great work. Hang in there... |
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
9/19/2005 |
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We run into this at one time or another, there's always someone who wouldn't take "no" for an answer and insist that you should love him.
Good write.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o) |
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