Tuesday, November 14, 2006

To the man who loved me... (Part II)

The bane of being blatantly honest, peering into your past and pouring your heart out. You never quite recover from the void left inside your heart, the place where all those raw emotions once resided. Well now they are all spilled out onto a blog where unknown, anonymous and sometimes familiar people can read and critique...go ahead, judge for all i care.
Well the point is that i haven't been able to stop thinking about this 'man' ever since. His voice just echos in my head...lingering on and on. Its driving me insane coz all the passion and desire that i had locked up in some dark corner of my conscience keeps tugging at my heart strings now. It seems impossible to go back to my normal life...where everything was nice, comfy and so fucking boring! All the naughty, forbidden and often titillating situations that i found myself in when he was around are just too damn juicy to forget. It was so hard to give up then...but i had to be bloody practical. And now im tiding each day, trying to keep myself from dialling his number or sending him an email.
And the icing on the cake? In the background plays our song...

Whenever I'm alone with you,
you make me feel
Like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you,
you make me feel like I am whole again

Whenever I'm alone with you,
you make me feel
Like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you,
you make me feel like I am fun again

However far away,
I will always love you,
However long I stay,
I will always love you,
Whatever words I say,
I will always love you


* 311 (The Cure) - Whenever I'm Alone With You

4 comments:

InExile said...

why not just dial his number ?

LostLittleGirl said...

Or maybe not call him and stay put with the song...I have a highly successful theory of how calling messes up everything!

InExile said...

this pandora's box maybe your saving straw !!

Anonymous said...

hello...

do douse me with a flamethrower if i mean the 'i know what you mean i have gone through it too' wala funda, but this is something i wrote in my first ever blog post...

‘inventing the abbots’??the mother..helen..tells joaquin phoenix, in the lines of something like this…’it was a ‘no matter what’ kind of love…not the type of love when you are with someone because the time and the situation is right…’

sheesh...this world is so true at times...

ani