What Dreams May Come
posted February 21st, 2018 at 9:56 PM
I blame you. I blame me. We both behaved impulsively and out of turn. But only because we wanted each other so F-ing much. I believe I can forgive you for that, since if you have ever loved someone, that's just what you do no matter how long it takes. And who knows, perhaps someday, by a twist and turn of fate, I'll be given the opportunity to trust you once again without it being misplaced. Of course I won't wait for something so elusive as someday to arrive, but if it comes, it comes. In the meantime, fare thee well my old unforgotten love.
8 Comments
Post a CommentTwist and Turn
Feb 22, 2018 at 11:26am
Email me a few seductive lines and someday will be now.
"You'll be given the opportunity to trust me again"
Feb 22, 2018 at 2:06pm
How about no thanks? Couldn't care less whether you trust me or not.
@ "You'll be given the opportunity to trust me again"
Feb 22, 2018 at 4:43pm
The opportunity doesn't come from you. It comes from a twist and turn of fate, which will determine what a person needs at such a time. In other words; you will need them to trust you, and you will care that they do.
Here we go again
Feb 22, 2018 at 5:22pm
And of course everyone thinks this confession is specifically for them.
@"You'll be given the opportunity to trust me again"
Feb 22, 2018 at 5:36pm
Doesn't matter. I pretty much only love you when I'm drunk, anyways.
fantasyland
Feb 23, 2018 at 5:34am
Dreams could have been happening a whole lot earlier if you'd have (1) spoken to me (2) not married someone else and (3) not had their child!
Sounds more like
Feb 23, 2018 at 3:02pm
What nightmares may come. Or, what nightmare was dodged. But dreams? Hardly, unless your head is in a sick place. Move on.
@ Sounds more like
Feb 23, 2018 at 8:25pm
You have absolutely no basis in saying that from what this confession relates. Sounds more like like you're stuck in your own past and not moving on than this person who isn't waiting on someday to come along. So how about projecting your nasty life's garbage into a mirror, instead of here?
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