Sunday, 3 March 2013

The truth will set me free.

My dear Pussycat, the words you spoke tonight set me free. You think I seek the truth to hurt, I do not not coward behind truths. I learn from them. You would like to explore to wonders of India. I too would like to explore to wonders. I too am famished. I thought we would could explore the world together. I had no set plans. You never asked me. You assumed I had everything planned. I lived on your timeline. The only thing I wanted from you was love. I have given you freedom. For the love of god, I understood that you needed to buy a place with your best friend to be in order for you to be safe. If there is anyone that every understood and patiently waited by for you. It was me. I understood your insecurities. I patiently waited for them to pass. I understood that you needed to take baby steps .

And now you explode. Why because the thought of having children scared you? We would have been everything you ever dreamed of. I know it.

I realize now that you my dear are more fucked up than me. You always took care of me and I realize now that I needed to take care if you. I am fine. I know what I want out of life but you my dear sweet Pussycat do not. I feel sad for you because you could of had it all if you just would have believed. Because you had it all. It was not perfect and maybe it needed a shake up but the life you would have lead with me would have fulfilled you to your dying day. It could have been exciting!! You just never gave me the chance. I am so much more than you think I am. Thank you for making me realize it.

Instead you choose to drift. You will find happiness. It will be fleeting. But I can provide you with eternal happiness. If only you would believe.

I spent so much time wondering what I did wrong. Why did you fall out of love with me. I have made mistakes but they are just mistakes. They do not define me. I realize now, that I am not the problem. You are. You are so scared of being an adult. Facing reality. Even as beautiful as it might be. That you will run.

I am not sure if I can wait until you run out of steam. I am not even sure that you will ever be satisfied with what is right in front of you.

You are running scared Pussycat. And finally I am the STRONG ONE.

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