Foreign Mentality

Let’s play a game, trade places, more then roll playing I’m talking real life. Imagine yourself in her shoes. It all begins with a simple hello. Then a few flirtatious conversations. Witnessing her every move very closely. Trying to figure out if she’s going to intertwine her words with your deepest inner thoughts. She begins to do all the things you use to do. Wine and dine you, carter to every obstacle that comes between the two. She’s truly the perfect man in this scenario. Few months stroll then the not so unexpected late-night phone calls or early good morning texts seem to be a mirage at this point. But you’re in too deep. These have been the best moment of your life so you’re willing to stick it out for the one you claim you love. You ask her the typical “What are we?” phrase as if you are the one and only, her leading man, her lover, her companion… and of course with ease without batting an eye lash, or even fulling processing the situation she says, “I don’t want anyone but you.” Satisfaction puts your mind at ease, but somethings missing. What ever happened to the trust you both use to have? Or the days you both just use to be around enjoying each other’s company? What could it possibly be? You finally conclude that sometimes a book should be fully judged and that you should read in between the line instead of just accepting one’s features. There’s more to what meets the eye. All you can think is how could you let it get this far to the point that you’re the one who ends up with nothing. You think was it ever worth it? Now open your eyes and come back to reality and ask yourself. Was it ever worth the pain you put her through?