“I love you with all of my heart and soul”
“We are always going to be together forever”
“You are my soul mate, my one and only, my true love”
“I never want to be without you, I can’t even imagine my life without you”
“I want to make you proud of me”
“I want to do what’s right”
“Please don’t leave me, I’m trying..really I am”
“You’ve always been my better half”
“Sometimes things are just meant to be”
“You always know what to say”
“I’m sorry I’m so closed off”
“You make me so happy, I don’t have words to explain”
“I need you in my life so bad”
“I can’t do this with out you”
“Please…don’t leave me”
“I’m so sorry”
“Why do I always do this”
“Please??”
“I’m begging you, please”
“Don’t do this”
……fucking liars
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People often say what they truly feel in the heat of passion. When she said it she meant it.
Over time, people change. It happens. What was once a declaration of truth is no longer valid. She’s not the same person now and neither are you. Growth, change, impermanence, it’s all part of the process. Can’t expect yesterday to be like tomorrow. (Unless you’re a paraplegic or unemployed).
I agree with C4. Knowing that most relationships end, that’s why I try not to make such declaratory statements. I don’t want someone to come after me saying “But… you said that! Was it all lies?” It would have been what I meant at the time; still, best not to make promises you know you probably won’t be able to keep.
@Persa; I like your avatar. I’ve actually got a tattoo of a floating eye atop an incomplete pyramid. (It’s an image you’ll find on the back of a dollar bill. I think it’s associated with the Illuminati too). Coming up with original tattoo ideas is about as hard as thinking up personalized license plates.
Yeah I’ve always found the “all-seeing eye” to be rather fascinating. I wish I could join one of those clandestine, cult-like groups. One time I saw Illuminati symbols on the ground floor of a popular subway/train station… it freaked me out. (I won’t mention which one here for anonymity reasons.)
I know it’s not original, but I’ve been thinking of going for a tattoo of black wings on my back. Not sure if/when I’ll get around to that, but the idea intrigues me.
“The all-seeing eye”.
Some people believe that everything you do is recorded. Once you’re dead you’ll get a life review and everything you’ve done or said you’ll get to watch in instant replay. Plus, you’ll get to see yourself through other people’s eyes! How’s that for the ultimate in reality TV?
That would be interesting. Do you get to sit in a celestial cinema and watch the entire story of your life? Hopefully the editor of the film would skip over the bland parts. “In this year, our hero sold a record amount of shellfish in his shop and learned how to juggle three objects at a time. He fell off a stepladder in surprise when his nephew barged in shouting about the World Cup results, and sprained his arm, but nothing else of interest happened. Skipping ahead to the next chapter…”
Hopefully it’s just the highlights reel, although failures will be included (the best ones). My favorite part is the “jumping into someone else’s body and seeing myself through someone else’s eyes” part. Understanding how I positively or negatively impacted someone else unbeknownst to me.
Death better be a fucking adventure or I’ll be severely disappointed. Or, I won’t even be aware of what I’m missing. (Thanks to a lack of consciousness). Whatever. Let the adventure begin. 🙂
For some reason I’ve been thinking about death a lot lately. Not in the sense that I’m suicidal, but in the sense that I have no idea how I will die someday. Shall I suffer a slow demise through terminal illness? Will I be accidentally taken out by a gang member with a gun? Or shall I decide to do it on my own terms and acquire ********? Might I be hit by a bus when I’m crossing the street? Will I simply choke on an otherwise innocuous candy bar? Eh.
Whatever. Everybody dies. If there’s an afterwards, I just hope it’ll be agreeable. (I’d rather it not look like the dreary ‘Purgatory’ in ‘Wristcutters: A Love Story’, which stars Tom Waits.)
I had a super bizarre dream last night. In the dream I thought “this is exactly what would happen to me in a dream. But I’m not dreaming! This is real”.
Thing is, it was a dream. I’m able to fool myself that way. “This” seems so real. Chatting with seemingly real internet ghosts whilst seated at a bar. I hope to wake up after I’m dead.
I’ve had dreams like that too. One time I woke up and for a few minutes I was convinced that I had visited an alternate dimension. Who knows.
In my dreams I’m often able to fly. I don’t have wings, I’m simply able to float into the air and go as high and as far as I like. I’ve dreamt that way since I was a child. I wonder what that means. Perhaps it’s a depiction of my free-spirited nature. I’ll keep an eye open in case technicians ever invent wings, anyway. Flying in real life wouldn’t be as glamorous as the fantasies drawn up by my unconscious mind, but I would still like to try it out.
Maybe you were a bird in a past life. You just want to spread your wings and soar. :). I’ve had those dreams too.
Freedom.
Wtf does that even mean anyways?
Hmm. If I was a bird than perhaps I was a Golden Eagle. I’m rather fond of those majestic creatures.
You’re right – like everything else, freedom is mostly an illusion, what with the gov’ment watching us at all times (especially through our mobile communications devices). We are free, but we are only free within the structured paradigm to which we must acquiesce, or else we may find our ‘privileges’ denied without warning. Bleh. “You can run, but you can’t hide… not for long.”
Maybe you’re a Canary living in a gilded cage.
Or a goldfish living in a plush aquarium.
It doesn’t matter. It’s all impermanent.
Blah. Imma smoke a cigarette. G’nite. You may dream of me. 🙂
Yes, nothing matters in the end… all we can do is make the best of what we’ve got in the here and now. It’s a shame this tends to require money… oh well. I’ll possess a substantial fortune someday, I hope. (Even if it only lasts for a short while and then disappears again, as finances are generally wont to do, in my case. What can I say.)
Hehe. G’nite. 🙂
heres another one: ‘we were born to be together’
Oh my god ; can you read my mind ?! Holy hell that’s crazy cause I was just thinking about how my ex was saying that stuff a few weeks ago and now he wouldn’t even care if I got hit by a bus . Crazy right ?!
It’s not crazy at all.
I write these kinds if posts in the hopes that some one can relate and benefit from levity.
See.. These words don’t hurt me anymore, they are just what is left behind in a echo of all the faith I had in this girl. I knew deep down inside that she was weak and it was going to play into our down fall one day. I knew she was living a lie but I wanted her to find her balance, and now she’s gone after giving up and has retreated back to where I found her. The story end but the words play back because yes, like C4 said, the words had meaning. It’s not entirely wrong that you remember them, but try to remember why you might have loved them in the first place. Try to hold their memory with fondness and let there flaws fade into the background. That’s what I’m trying to do.