She just likes to fight...
From day one she had a spark.
That first meeting still makes me smile but should have warned
me. After a ten hour day I met up with her to see she was already
a few drinks ahead. I caught up. A few awkward silences and
figured I had lost my chances. Just sitting there with
butterflies in my stomach waiting for her next words. They
weren't coming as easily as I would have hoped but we pieced it
together. Two scared little souls just searching for love. By the
end I kept thinking about how beautiful her smile was. The
nervousness was still swarming around us but that smile was the
only thing in the room, I remember not even hearing the music at
times i was just swept away. We finished, I offered to drive her
home. She accepted and we started a journey that I sometimes wish
Fast forward two years and I'm lying in my bed sleepless
regardless of the pills taken and being as positive as I can be
in between sessions of hopeless tears. Finally our love has gone.
We've been here before but this pain feels different. It's more
of a sadness in a failed love than the pure pain of heartbreak,
regardless I miss my best friend, her. That in itself makes me
sad. Part of me wants to accept our future and be happy for
myself. Our story has ended but mine continues. The other part
still misses her next to me while we sleep. The little things
like finding random blond hairs that seem to be attacking my
home. The smell that she'd leave behind on the pillow where she
laid her head. The constant text messages throughout the day,
some of the weirdest videos that the Internet has to offer have
been presented to me by her, her support got my through more than
I would like to credit. We did click in so many ways. I love her
and probably always will in some form. Our humor, our tastes in
music, art, fashion, and sex were usually in sync...
We lost our step early though. And though we tried to stumble
forward over and over we rarely grasp our footing long enough for
any true length of time. We seemed to always trip up. Her at
times, stumbling and falling and not reaching out for help or
receiving any from me but growing resentful of the events. Other
times I'd seem to sprint ahead or fall behind never looking to
see if she followed or joined, just knowing, hoping, assuming she
Such a simple thing as communication can tear two seemingly
loving souls apart. The communication breakdown lead to a
deteriorating sense of trust. I suspected... She suspected... My
assumptions were... Her assumptions were... proven correct in
some way with a sign of infidelity. Pride plays no part in a lie.
Her heart was shattered her tears were dripping from both of her
cheeks. Her quivering lips as she tried to breathe for air will
continue to haunt me. To see the pain, that much pain in someone
really allows you to understand what damage a careless heart can
do. Seeing her broken that night did change me, maybe not
completely but it did make me realize the difference between a
boy and a man. Someone who carelessly causes or allows this type
of harm against someone who should be fighting against it. Right
and wrong, it's really not that hard to grasp. The most pain I
have ever caused another human being. It shook me to the core and
continues to every time I relive it.
Communication turned to arguments and bickering. Our love was
being strained and rarely replenished. Nothing would hurt more
then arguing over nothing and remembering a time when her smile
would make a room quiet and my heart race. Now that beautiful
smile was hidden away most of the time. It's shine was gone and
replaced with a coldness at times. Every once and a while it
would make an appearance and I would get lost momentarily and
then mildly saddened knowing what we have lost. Still we stumble
and fall, sprint ahead and not look back. The connection that we
once had changing into attacking and defending and blaming and
guilt. We allowed ourselves to look past what brought us together
and into something much darker.
Hearts growing weary of each other. Time slipping away. Until
I am sorry that we couldn't align ourselves the way we did when
we started. The obstacles that we put in our path made our
journey come to this. I can't take back anything but can let you
know that I haven't loved anyone as much as you. As many times as
we got back up and continued on we missed the point. To help each
other, the hurt souls. The connection, that room silencing smile,
helping each other along the way. We just needed to reach out and
help but we didn't or didn't know how.
A lot of selfishness seeped in and our trust and communication
snuck away. Instead of open love we harboured hostility.
She just likes to fight. But instead of like the early days for
my love its for something else.
Shawna I love you. Take care belle.