It's gonna be all about the Bohemian Revolution believes in freedom, beauty, truth and love. This bitch in the sexy black dress knows what she's talking about... Will you listen?
You sit there. With your legs stretched out and your arms behind you, supporting your weight. Feeling the dew on the blades of grass beneath you, all moist, you know it’s going to stain your pants but you don’t give a shit. Why? Because as you look up, you see the most beautiful double rainbow. You smile to yourself. Admiring how peaceful and how beautiful it is.
You hear the breeze come in a whoosh and blows hair to your face and you don’t care. It is so carefree. So peaceful. So beautiful. You lean back. Breathe out. And soak in the rays of sunlight.
You look up and admire the double rainbow for 5 more minutes. Then you realize. It’s fading! The rainbow! It’s fading into nothingness as the sun slowly sets. No! You think to yourself. Come back! Come back! You begged silently in your heart. Next thing you know, it’s gone forever.
You get up. Brush your pants off. Your heart still sunk. Then you look down. You see a four-leaf clover standing out! You bent over and tell yourself, The world is still so beautiful. Then you walk off into the sunset. Smiling all the way.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is called a relationship. Something that I’m going through and still standing strong. I’ve had my fair share of relationships, and I’ve always believed one thing… They never last. The love never lasts.
So my question to you, how long does it take? How long does it take from the start of the relationship to the point where the love starts to fade, just like the beautiful rainbow?
A little of what I went through, for your entertainment. Yes, I know you sexy bastards and bitches love a good, dramatic relationship story. So you decide.
I’m in love. I know it’s overrated but hey, I met him not knowing he was ‘The One’. Ahh… I’m full of overrated shit today. Like all relationships, it started out perfect, I couldn’t find even one single tiny flaw about him and I didn’t think I ever could. Then the door that leads to hell cracks a little and a few harmless demonic lost souls from the depths of hell broke loose.
*takes a gulp of coke* Damn this is sweet. It’s been so long, Coke, my old friend.
We started arguing. One thing about me, I… never… lose. I just can’t. I’m a Sagittarius! I’m stubborn! And so is he. Him being a Aquarius, all head strong. SO there we were, arguing like a 10-year married couple. The stupidest thing? We were arguing about the tiniest, most idiotic things in the world! Things that doesn’t even matter! So why were we doing this? I had no idea. Maybe the love is starting to fade a bit.
Then I get me asking myself, Is it just me being sensitive or does he not love me as much as he did? Or… is he just not showing? Oh gosh… I am driving myself nuts. After the main single argument, small little meaningless arguments started breaking out. It was like a teenage boy experiencing pimples during puberty. A week ago I couldn’t name one thing I didn’t like about him. Now? I can name freaking five things I didn’t like. But I won’t because it’s so minor it doesn’t matter.
One thing about me is that, I believe one thing when it comes to relationships. I believe that if you truly love a person, you will love him/her for their positive side and their negative quirks. And I do. Yes, I just do. Relationships are about give and take. This is the first time I’m actually giving helluva lot in a relationship. I think he sees it too. I repeat, i think.
Like how you find the special four-leave clover after watching the beautiful rainbow fade, it’s how I feel right now. We might argue. I will give in and say sorry because I don’t want to lose something so beautiful. But after our heated argument.. he would look at me. With those irresistible and adorable eyes. He would reach forward and touch my cheek gently. With a small tiny smile creeping up on one side of his mouth. And he would say the words that cure it all, I love you. Instantly… peace. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love him.
So judge me. Say I’m hypocritical. This time, take a few minutes, think of it. Then let me know. What do you think? How long does it take?
For me… with him? I hope… never.