Promises Promises

So someone broke it off with me today. Told me it just wasnt working out. Now, i kind of figured that when he started dissing me a week or two ago. but in the meantime, he did promise, i would never end this without having a talk with you. live. and guess what? he sent a note. *drumroll and symbol crash*

yea i wish i could see the humor in peoples broken promises. Never tell someone you love them, and then say, but i didn't really mean it. and if you do? dont send an email people. that is in poor taste. and is about as chivalrous as, well, its just not. Then he says lets be civil. HA! Like i want to talk to him again? Give him another second of my beautiful life? when all i did was give in the first place? Only time will tell if i can even say his name without hearing the breaking bits of my heart falling to the ground and shattering.

There could be arguments that i am too voracious a woman. I am. Life is too damn short people. and so many of us waste time wondering instead of just putting on our boots and just jumpin into the big pond. There are few rewards standing a safe distance from love. Get your feet wet. Let your toes shrivel in the wonderous depths of a love. Not dance around it like scorpions defending a patch of worthless sand. Or standing behind a glass wall, and reaching it only when we think the fire wont burn us. Its gonna be a rough sea. No matter what, and if it wasnt, why even live.

Okay wow, rambling. I was probably too much for the poor thing. But, all that said, never make a promise you are hesitant to keep. He didn't make many. But the one he did make i thought i could trust was the one he broke. And that is not a friend. NO. And i refuse to name call. But i hope he reads this and understands why his actions speak volumes about him. Volumes. Words are cheap. they are beautiful, descriptive and necessary. But without action behind them, in the scheme of togetherness, they are cheap.

Be a much truer man Love. Someday if you are supposed to be my friend again, we will meet. on a sunny day. and you will offer me your sunglasses. And i will try to remember that you actually do have a heart worthy of my knowing. Until then, you are the coward that left a paper sack of burning poop on my doorstep. and ran away with your secretary.