She made me understand that love is impossible for someone like me. I put my trust in God, but I was clinging to a hand that never reached down.
What’s left? Rotting away my sorrows as she lives a blissful life full of Romance from whomever she chooses, and choose she did. She chose superiority.
How naive I was to think that love was possible for myself, to believe that it was spiritual destiny. If you’ve never fallen in true love, innocent love, joyful love, and thought you had a chance, only to be thrown into the cold, consider yourself blessed beyond comprehension.
Many here have the curse of never having. I had the curse of never having, then almost having, and now never having. But almost is a strong choice of words on my part, because she never truly desired me whatsoever.
True desire in the eyes of a woman is lust. Lust for superior genes that of which display a strong body and mind, things I don’t possess. They seek these qualities first, then take pleasure in the thrill of never knowing what’s next. You can be as romantic as you could possibly imagine, but without a genetically superior body and mind she will view you as nothing short of a mere special needs child.
If you held a strong and passionate love for her that of which burns hotter than ten thousand suns, it’s completely irrelevant to her. Your pain means nothing to her no matter how much you try to express your sorrows.
Love and hatred are two sides of the same coin. The burning hatred I carry for this woman will never be forgotten, she has destroyed my sense of peace and security.
If the father up above exists, why has he created the female to torture his sons?
What’s left? Rotting away my sorrows as she lives a blissful life full of Romance from whomever she chooses, and choose she did. She chose superiority.
How naive I was to think that love was possible for myself, to believe that it was spiritual destiny. If you’ve never fallen in true love, innocent love, joyful love, and thought you had a chance, only to be thrown into the cold, consider yourself blessed beyond comprehension.
Many here have the curse of never having. I had the curse of never having, then almost having, and now never having. But almost is a strong choice of words on my part, because she never truly desired me whatsoever.
True desire in the eyes of a woman is lust. Lust for superior genes that of which display a strong body and mind, things I don’t possess. They seek these qualities first, then take pleasure in the thrill of never knowing what’s next. You can be as romantic as you could possibly imagine, but without a genetically superior body and mind she will view you as nothing short of a mere special needs child.
If you held a strong and passionate love for her that of which burns hotter than ten thousand suns, it’s completely irrelevant to her. Your pain means nothing to her no matter how much you try to express your sorrows.
Love and hatred are two sides of the same coin. The burning hatred I carry for this woman will never be forgotten, she has destroyed my sense of peace and security.
If the father up above exists, why has he created the female to torture his sons?
