This blog goes out to the guy I met not so long ago who despite the craziness in me stayed for a period longer than anyone could bear. If there's one thing I would wish at this point in time, that is, to meet him once again in this lifetime.
He met my wounded self-- the disillusioned part of me. When he entered my life, I knew that I was not at all ready, and yet, I still gave him the access. Who I was when he met me was far from what I am really made of.
I could have fought for it and went out of my way to defend myself. I could have stayed much much longer and shrugged off his indifference. But I know that if I do, then the Wounded Self could take over my total being. I would never ever allow that to happen..
Out of all the guys I have gone out with, it was him I preferred offering a friendship with at the very least. For reasons beyond my comprehension, he strongly declined. He remained apathetic.
I guess I would never understand why it took so much of an effort to penetrate him.
I just wish and fervently pray that he would later on realize how much of a great friend I could become if only he had given me the chance...
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