Plz read be4... versions from..
My version is only from the Guy's point of view of things after the conversation ....
"Fuck You Asshole" and then the call disconnected.... With the call, their relationship... or whatever that remained between the two...
Where did it all go wrong ?
Was i too much Possessive ? Was I over-controlling ?
I tried to be a good lover. I was a good lover.
I loved every little fragment of her.
Every little glance, every little smile,
every little word out of her lips.
Intense pain now it is, her very lips cursing me.
A year of Love. A year of rift.
Now, minutes into my eternal loneliness,
I think back into our love
Love at first meet.
"How can this be, love so quickly ?" I was dubious
"Love doesn't linger and wait. It seizes without notice" she replied...
She was instinctive... I believed in reasons...
Reason - My heart's mighty foe...
Yet, I fell in love...
How can I, her love deny ?
The alluring angel, staring at my eye.
Thus begun, our journey of love.
Thinking back, now, alone , i get a new perspective on me and my love , she and her love. Our love was mutual, yet not the same. Her's was romantic, head in the clouds passionate and utopian. Mine was down to the earth practical, analytical and always in pursuit for logic.
We were two different people when our love emerged.
We were changed when our love ceased,
Different from our own selves.
In cupid's game of hearts... we were two mis-matched toys.
And we've lost the game even before the game began.