Its been a while since I blogged about something but you would see the trend on when, why and what I make a fuss of.
I could have just reposted a few of my blogs, change a few details and that’s it. More than how sorry you feel for me for being in the pit again is the shame that I had to go through the whole thing over, its like I never learned but I’d like to describe it as trying not to miss out on a chance.
A few months after I was serious about pogi here I am again. I voluntarily jumped into the pit again unarmed. Its not a secret that I have been single for 7 years and that I have been serious with pogi in the past but here’s a second try.
I never get tired of loving and investing emotions to people I really like. Yes, I may have gone out to a couple of dates but it never hit me like this.
Pogi was quite easy to get done with given that he is a self-proclaimed ass but we are in good talking terms now. This guy, he is a total opposite. He’s someone I can introduce to mom but, I’ve failed myself again.
Being an arian, I am a living proof that we are impatient by nature. I’m rather straight forward and blunt about how I feel probably why guys are taken aback by it but it never actually meant I was in a rush for any commitment at all it was just simply letting him know that I surrender.
He is both pain and bliss. A happy thought and a living pain. I have tried but I failed because I loved.
Whenever I speak of him anonymously to friends they are at awe of what I have done and what I was willing to do for a spark of hope and chance on this but a wall was stealthily built in rapid motion. They never thought I could go at wit’s end and exert as much effort as I did. I never have regrets about loving like there are no second chances.
I felt at some point that no matter what decision I made or what I have done and is planning to do would mean anything to him. I was just some plain joe. I was and is still in no position to question what other people have decided on. I was just not good enough.
No offense meant to other guys I’ve dated or will date but this guy is far more special. He is the only one who makes me forget how to breathe when I wake up and just take deep breathes all through out the day.
Yes, I have been depressed and found myself at breaking point but I tried to save myself some dignity and I am now fighting the want.
I have asked if pretending was considered lying and so I have been told. Resistance and acceptance are the hardest. I feel like slapping my face straight to my soul.
I have moved on a bit. My right foot out of the pit, me left foot still inside dragged by my self inflicted hope that somehow, he pulls me out of it.
If only people were transparent and you can see through them would I have been happier?
I still have a lot of things going on my mind. I can go over and deeper but ill just end up tiring myself from pure white lies and what nots.
In the coming days I may just have a few more random thoughts to come. Rants of some sort (hopefully not) and sparks of hope and inspiration.
I am not afraid to be called a loser or bitter because I’m the only one who knows to what extent I can go. I’m not perfect, I’m not tall, dark, handsome, buff, rich and I grow pimples like others too but what separates me from the pack is that I love genuinely.
Thanks and regards,
DJ Bodyguard