Well, the old story of boy meets girl happened.
He called it a whirlwind romance and she liked the sound of it.
He offered her his Clash t-shirt to sleep in and she didn’t decline.
He kissed her and she kissed him back.
After that it was he said/ she said and things fell apart. Reality came back and life happened.
The girl, me, realized that all happened a bit fast and a bit too soon.
Falling in love takes time.
Getting to know someone needs more than a few dates.
Upon asking for this time, I was refused.
That’s fine. Again that is life.
Sometimes there is nothing left to say or do.
Yesterday I said a friendly hello. Just because I felt like saying hello.
I got a friendly hello in return.
Then a little punch in the face:
"I fell in love and I am in a relationship."
You think I am jealous and maybe a tiny part of me is, but even more so I just feel like a damn fool. Timeline can do that to you, because apparently all he needed to fall out of love with me and in a relationship with someone else were two days. That’s where the seriously? comes in. I know people who don’t even change their underwear that often (No, I shall not say who, but it’s true!).
If you think I sound bitter and a bit incoherent, you are right. I feel like a fool and for a first time I have regrets. Regrets of letting someone in, regrets that I believed I he liked Any when in fact I was just any other girl.
Sorry for ranting. I guess I just had to get this off my chest and for some reason writing a diary sometimes doesn’t cut it. I shall go back to tree posts now. If you want more boy stories, get a Cosmo…
*That is seriously? in Afrikaans just in case you wonder. Let’s hope I don’t add a German guy to the mix, because I think the translation would be horrible.