This my letter to you. Should I let you know who I am? Well, I am sure you already know, since you always seem to strike me at every opportunity. Honestly, you gatta stop. I do not understand why you need to always put me on the spot with me feelings. You like playing this game all the time. My heart, soul and head are not made of stone you know.
I am not sure you understand, but let me put it to you this way, explain some more…
Many years ago, I opened myself up to love and be loved. You know that single and searching period? So seems everything was working out just fine you know with meeting new people. Funny thing, through your ‘words of wisdom’ I was open to making new friends, like when I joined Facebook, accepted almost all friend requests and then met the new friends over time and developed awesome friendships, some which I regretted because I got stalkers on my Timeline. Thank goodness for the ‘’block’’ button, I called it quits and never looked back.
Now, when it came to find the one, every time that arrow of yours came into play, it just messed things up. Who told you that I am not worth loving? Who gave you the right to unhit the guy(s) I liked and make it seem like it was nothing? It’s like hitting the unlike button on Facebook. Who does that? Who gave you the right to take away those emotions and feelings? You played mind games with me, toying with me. How dare you! My heart is not a radio where you press play, rewind, fast forward button as you please. Make up your mind. What do you want?
Let’s be honest with each other for a moment here…
When I feel things, it is not because I am not human. I am very much present and in the moment. You take away all these things and they go against me like a broken record. Honey, if it is not meant to be, don’t point your arrow at me. See, I even created a rhyme just for you to see how damn serious I am.
You keep breaking my heart and that is not nice. It is uncouth and very cowardly. If you were a person, this is what I would tell you. I have grown to appreciate many aspects of my life, but with you getting involved all the time you make it very hard. Isn’t life supposed to be simple, uncomplicated? Get it together Sir. I should work on this by myself. You don’t have that right to get involved every single time. You also need a break, some time off to
For a grown a%$ man with diapers you sure don’t know how to choose your prey. Choose wisely, because this girl right here will not fall for your dirty tricks again. She needs a break. A break from you and all your Cupidness. I know you may not understand this, that’s why I am going to say it to you in Latin… me solum relinquatis (leave me alone!!).
When you decide to stop playing with my heart, I will give you a chance. But then again remember I am not made of stone. If we are to be in each other’s lives, terms and conditions will have to apply.
Love stricken girl.