Happy Me

When I think about “Happy Me” my mind races back to you.

It races back to our time together.. Our disagreements and all of our memories. “Happy Me” is playing in snow, laughing out loud.

My mind floods with pictures I have cherished since the beginning, I remember your kisses and your laugh. My mind gets stuck on your eyes, your smirk, you making fun of me. My mind gets stuck on you, for days at a time.

When I think of “Happy Me” I get sad because Happy Me, she is still head over heels in love with you. “Happy Me,” she’s not over you – how am I supposed to be “Happy Me” again when she isn’t happy anymore?

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Love is easy

I don’t care what anybody says. Its not hard to be loyal. Its not hard to be faithful. Its not hard to treat someone right. Its not hard to give someone reassurance. Its not hard to stick to one person. Its not hard to acknowledge someone’s worth. Its not hard to NOT break someone’s heart.

It’s exhausting loving someone and treating someone with their best interest at heart but when do you put your best interest first?

When do you say enough is enough, when do you stop giving so many extra chances?

I’ll always give you my best shot, I’ll always give you 110%. I’ll always give you everything I can but if it starts to seem like a one way relationship or it’s always me trying to make it work. I can’t promise you I’ll stick around.

If I’m giving you my attention and time and I’m involving you in my world or at least attempting to…I am doing it because I want you to be a part of my life, because I want more with you.

Everyone says “I’m not like the rest.” The thing is though I’m not, you just have to give me the chance to prove it. You’ve got to give me a real chance!

So this is what healing feels like..

I made everything about you for so long, that is changing now.

You were a mystery to everyone but me, I knew all of your secrets, every curve on your body and I loved that I knew it all while everyone else wondered. Now I sit here, wishing I could forget everything about you, I’m petrified that you’re an intimacy I’ll never recover from.

Opening up my soul, opening up my heart. I’m more than hesitant, I constantly avoid it at all costs. I don’t think I can take another heartbreak because when I let someone in, they end up breaking my heart worse than the previous.

I stopped letting people in, I stayed as a “hookup” for many girls for a while because it was easier than trusting them with my heart.

I let you in though, I let my walls down; I gave you all of me.

I’ve gone through so many ups and downs through this but I know I’ll be okay in the end.

This heartbreak is different than the rest though, it’s a constant ache. This is a heartbreak I won’t forget because it’s the one that made me better, I didn’t turn to other girls, drugs or alcohol to move on from you. I’ve set goals and I’m demolishing them, instead of letting this one break me, I am making my life one that a heartbreak can’t hurt any longer.

It’s time to make my life about me now.

K

I’ll start this one with some background before getting into it. I went to college in West Virginia and most of the sports teams had “team houses” AKA party centrals. There was the football house which was known for the slip and slide, Cornhole, flip cup relay races. The cheerleaders house which was almost always pre-gaming before going out to Wiseguyz and the basketball house which was GACKME party house! We’d always bounce between the houses each week, a crazy blend of people that always got along and had an amazing time.

Fall time in West Virginia is almost all college students favorite time, it’s football season, bonfires, (in West Virginia it means couch burning) and yes parties galore! This one Sunday afternoon in late September our football team stomped on West Virginia Wesleyan, the post game party was at the football house. We all rushed home and showered, rallied and headed down the street to party! The house was packed and the keg stands were already happening, there was a huge bonfire in the backyard and the smell of West Virginia fall was perfect!

We all were outside by the bonfire, drinking, talking and smoking, one of the cheerleaders (we will call her “K”) was talking to me about where I’m from and what Florida was like. It was an innocent conversation at first but as the drinks kept coming we were sitting closer and closer, she was starting to ask about what it’s like to be with a girl and that she had never been curious until recently. I tend to gain liquid courage as I drink, I mean who doesn’t really? So my first response was honest and then she had asked more detailed questions and I said “it’d be easier to just show you.” I could see her cheeks blushing even with the glow of the fire reflecting off her face. We had plenty of alcohol and I took the chance, I placed my hand under her chin and pulled her into my kiss. We sat there kissing for a bit and I said “you know we can leave or just go upstairs.” She grabbed my hand and we walked inside and up the stair way, we went to the bathroom and I shut the door behind us. We stood there kissing for a second and I asked if she was sure about this. She shook her head yes and continued to kiss me, I picked her up, her legs wrapped around my waist, I pushed everything on the edge of the counter away and I placed her there, next to the sink with her back against the mirror. We were kissing and her dress was pushed up above her hips. I slid her thong to the side so I could push my fingers against her clit, she gripped my back and pulled on my shirt so hard it was choking me with the pressure against my throat.

Continue reading “K”

J III

“Meet the parents”

J and I used to place bets on football and the loser would have to do some random dare of the winners choosing. This one Sunday in particular J and I were going to dinner at my parents and she was going to meet them for the first time. Well her NFL team lost to my Steeler’s and she was going to be wearing vibrating panties to the dinner that night.

She was hesitant but stuck to her word and wore them. I decided to test them while sitting out front of the house, I leaned in to kiss her before getting out of the car and tapped the remote as we kissed, she bit down on my lip to the point I thought she was breaking my skin. Clearly they work and they work well, so as we walked in she was shaking my parents hands and in the midst of her saying “I’ve been so excited to meet you both!” I tapped the button. She jumped as if she had been electrocuted and I struggled holding back my laugh, she instantly turned her head towards me and stared me down with a not so pleasant look in her eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and smirked at her while shooting her a wink. The night went on, we were sitting outback talking and I would randomly press the clicker in my pocket, she would adjust herself in her seat and squirm with each press of the button.

Once dinner was ready and we went inside, we all sat at the table and J was staring at me. I could tell something was wrong and honestly if looks could’ve killed I would’ve dropped dead right then and there, I lifted my hands up and showed her I wasn’t pressing it, I couldn’t figure out why she was mad until I scooted my chair in and realized I had been sitting on the button… oops.

We continued to eat and she excused herself to use the restroom, while she was away my parents were asking “is she okay, she doesn’t seem like she feels too well.” I just smiled and said yeah, she was just so excited to meet y’all, I think it’s just her nerves and she’s overwhelmed.  The second she turned into the hallway I pressed down and held the button down for almost 30 seconds. She came out of the bathroom and mouthed “enough” at me. By then I had had all of my fun, the conversation was turning serious and we were going to be leaving soon anyways.

So for the first time of meeting my parents, I’d have to say that it was pretty memorable.

I mean, check them out for yourself… They really work! LOL

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Un-love you

Some days I think I’m doing amazing, moving on and being happy on my own. Then there’s days where if you could feel even just half of the pain I feel when I get to missing you, the real missing. The ache in my stomach, the welled up tears, that lump in my throat. That heart ache, that pain, that unbearable hurt..maybe then you’d realize how much I truly and deeply loved you.

You were never just “another notch” on my “belt.” You were my entire world and universe all in one. I wanted to spend my life loving you, I had all intentions to never stop loving you and never letting you forget how important you were to me.  Everything I ever said to you, I meant from the bottom of my heart. You don’t believe in fairy tales and you’re a realist but you were the most realistic fairy tale I could’ve ever dreamt of. You were my happily ever after.

Despite anything you could’ve said or done, despite anything you can say or do.. I’m stuck loving you, I don’t know how to stop. Days like those, the days where I really miss you; I wish I could just un-love you.

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I used to take quick showers, for the past few months though I’ve been taking hour long showers. Hoping between the tears and the water, maybe I could wash away the memories. It hasn’t worked yet; all of my friends and family are tired of hearing it. You can’t even imagine how alone that makes someone feel, your friends know you’re hurting but they can’t understand “why in the hell you’re still hung up on her.” Truth is, they don’t know you how I did. They don’t know what your eyes do to me, they don’t know how the smile line in your cheek is imprinted in my brain, they don’t know what it felt like to have you in my nook. They really have no idea what I’d give to hear you say “I love you” even just once more. They don’t understand how I could say “if she were to knock on my door right now, I’d let her back in whole heartedly.”

Trying to get over you is like being at war with myself, I delete all of our photos just to re-select them all and recover them. I swipe right on tinder for a few days in a row but never send a message. I go through the motions with no intentions of following through.

So if anyone has any idea how I’m supposed to un-love the person that I can’t let go of, feel free to share..

 

Olivia

So there was this girl Olivia, she dated one of my friends from high school for a couple years. They ended up breaking up and about a year later we bumped in to each other at the mall, she looked like she could use a friend so I offered dinner and drinks. There were no ulterior motives behind my offer, I swear! We ended up going right then, headed over to a local sports bar and had several drinks, the more I drank; the more I was noticing how hot she actually was. I guess because she was dating my friend, I never really saw her in that way. It was hard to ignore now though, she had this luscious long blonde wavy hair, her body was toned all over, you could see her muscle cuts through her clothing for Christ sake! Her teeth lined up perfectly when she smiled too. Her eyes, they were this perfectly round and hazel-ish, green color. So as we were drinking, we were just bullshitting and talking about our past relationships and everything in general. She glanced at her phone and realized we had been here for several hours and it was almost 10pm. One of her friends had text her asking to go to a bar that’s open later, she invited me to tag along. I gladly said yes. We get to this bar and I had never been there before, we walk in and there’s bartenders making out with customers ON TOP of the bar! We sat at the other end of the bar order a round and out of nowhere I feel Olivia’s hand on my thigh. I looked over and she just flashed me a quick smile. Her friend showed up and we stayed there drinking for about another hour. I told them I was going to head out soon, they both agreed it was time for all of us to go anyways, we paid and I followed them out of the door. Olivia hugged her friend goodbye and as I was walking her to her car she was telling me how she didn’t want to go home just yet. I offered for her to come over to my house and hang out, she stopped walking, leaned into me and the second her lips touched mine I pushed her against her car and we stood there making out for a few mins before she pulled away to say “I’ll follow you to your house.” Continue reading “Olivia”