Are nails and rusted out? I do. At some point a person died for me not accounted for, so I looked away for long without being noticed or cares, and suffered as he watched him give another what I felt was mine. But time and my pride I helped leave behind those stories of love cut short just for a while later, sometimes years, the nail back to wanting him out.
What was it? "Came the news of my love (warmth, obsession, etc.) in deferred? Is it that I keep playing the brainy love me / I do not want with a geranium? Man, it was hanging for you, but like yours, my life goes on after he danced the Carnival Arequipeño over to my heart one last time.
When I meet one of these unexpected returns feel a scratched disk or a car to stop short in my head, the confusion is total, and had buried the dead and suddenly I get through the back door. I conclude with a tangle of emotions is inevitable in and I at least consider the possibility. The featured me wonder whether this illusion of the past is an issue completely settled or if it is possible to revive old passions. The answer is not always easy.
Personally I've seen "The return of the undead love" a couple of times and I wonder: Is it true the popular belief that says that one becomes more attractive when it is no longer available? Why now and not when I died for you (even though you were single)? What change or how it magically did you realize that there "could" miss?
Ever got to a former love with open arms screaming inside "I HAVE FINALLY MADE" and feeling a real satisfaction to pay off the debt myself. But there were also times when it was almost sadistic satisfaction to see how the roles were reversed and it was he who now dying of love for me and I answered with a half smile: I appreciate that but no. And is that most take for granted that where there was fire ashes remain, as gentlemen, not always. When you really have turned the page and accepted that just "was not" want to see him back in time and give you to understand "and now I do" is simply a bump in the road.
On another occasion I heard from another failed love, swallowed by the earth for nearly a year. This man had a right hand to disappear so when things between us seemed to move, which was more than I assume he was a CIA agent or Super Hero (mission each time they are stung.) Suddenly appeared proclaiming love to the four winds, and asking for another chance, but after having broken his brain trying to understand why she thought was "the one" I belonged, I had managed to tear it inside forever.
confess I've also been on the other side. Rejecting someone for a while and looking for him only as a friend when I felt alone, giving false hope. Yes sometime I recontra selfish and got the courage to never knowing that his words would fall. Time passed and my "friend" finally understood that "he and I" would never be "us" and retreated, I for my part, I stopped looking because it was more fun with someone that if I moved the carpet. Everything was fine until someone. My brain threw neon "What the fuck" ("did not die for me?) And as sometimes a wounded pride hurts more than a heart hurt, especially if there is no love involved, I returned determined to regain what he felt was mine by laying his hand. It worked, the good-hearted boy and endless hopes turned to me, it was too late. Obviously the issue did not last, it was a tantrum not love. I suddenly wanted to only because he saw that an upstart was wearing my No. 1 fan what it sounds horrible right? but it is as ugly as true and not believe to be the only (or) that it has. I behaved like a dog in the manger (not allowed to eat or be eaten) by a stupid question of ego. Lesson learned and it took nothing less than a badly hurt heart, not mine. I wish I had been the only person who deserved to go wrong stop this story I was.
But ... like everything is spinning, I had to pay with interest, default interest and transport included. It was in another time and another person. When I moved the rug by this time he sent me and I realized that all that time I had something with a huge potential waiting, I ran to revisit the issue, but this time I was late. He got tired of waiting for the "we" and left with a silence that had never known. A giant cliché landed on my head with more force than an ACME anvil "nobody knows what you have until you lose it." He no longer wanted me, I wanted someone else was not at the mercy of their emotional swings, I was not just a memory, and one not very good. I had no other to grab my tail between my legs and wear it back to my sad eyes and my nose straight game he had come.
So far I assume that my wrinkle to the cosmos and ironed because I look back on the sidewalk in front. Someone who failed to appreciate me back into my life to find what long ago escaped from his hands like a gas balloon. I do not deny that I think and re think, but I'm pretty convinced that there is no way to give you another chance later to remember how things were between us.
I've been on both sides, looking back when I was rusty nails or nail himself, but I can not explain the irony, first I died for you and you care 2 cucumbers and now they went on with my life, your I want to me. Who can explain me why so many times we wait until it's too late?
As they say Los Amigos Invisibles "But you never wanted me to come and only now being informed that this time you were late, you missed, you missed my love ..."
