Live to tell the tale

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
The beginning of a story about how I loved and I lived to tell about it.

Submitted: December 28, 2016

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Submitted: December 28, 2016





Pride is one hell of a disease. It latches onto the best parts of yourself and drains every single waking breath of goodness out of you.  I’d like to think my pride doesn’t get the best of me but the more and more my life gets royally fucked up my opinion on that matter changes. How does one’s life get this messed up? Let’s recap on the last 6 months of my life, better yet, lets rewind an entire year. This year started off just like any other year. I followed the cliché and I told myself 2016 was going to be MY year, but boy was I wrong. A few months into the new year everything seemed to be going fairly normal. Then, one morning I woke up to find a very long message from a ghost of my past. From a guy, I presumably fell in love with 6 years ago. At the time, I hadn’t seen that oh so familiar name pop up on my screen for over a year. I thought I had escaped that demon for good. But once again, I was completely wrong. He sang and swooned and said all the right things for me to fall seamlessly head over heels in love with him. Again. Without even blinking an eye or second guessing my moral compass. No one stopped me, absolutely no one told me to slow things down some. Instead, everyone smiled and nodded their empty minded heads along with the absurd idea that he was the best thing that could of happen to me. But once again, there goes my pride overriding the part of my brain that allows me to make reasonable decisions. My pride, foolishly, thought I needed to be loved. So, that’s exactly what I did. I loved and I lived. But I’ll be damned if it didn’t damn near kill me along the way.



To be continued...

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