I'm a 21 Year old queer male who shares interest in fashion, entertainment, music and gay rights!! I stan for Nicki Minaj and I'm all about taking risks, I tackle things that people would dare not!
It really took me by surprise. How at one point I was ready to give up on love and in the next minute I was ready to get married.
When I sit down and analyse the situation, I realize why it was so easy for me to become vulnerable to heartbreak. It had been quite some time without having someone to call my own, and in return I’d misinterpret feelings that I’d get for every guy I met.
It has been quite a long time coming, but after 5 years of a secret cyber love with this man, I’m confident enough to say this is my resting place. I always knew that one day it would just work out, all my failed relationships may have kind of strayed me off my goal and stripped me off my self esteem but I continued to keep it cool. I’ve learnt quite a lot, nothing is guaranteed, don’t trust anyone, be careful who you love and what goes around comes around.
I believe I have lived my karma and I also believe that those that came and toyed with what I thought could develop into something real, have another thing coming their way.
I’ve made some pretty stupid decisions, some of which included putting temporary people first. I watched them disrespecting me and throwing my kindness back in my face…. and then you wonder why I prefer to stay mean.
I look at them slowly deteriorating, playing puppet to their partners, taking up the acting role whilst someone else is living their desires. It’s rather saddening, I was once in their position… with them even, so I know exactly how their medicine tastes.
They thought they’d always have me at the palm of their hands, not this time. I am pretty much where I’ve been waiting to be. They say good things come to those who wait, they forgot to say the wait can fuck you up and it can also humble you.
With humility comes maturity. I can’t stress enough how fulfilled I am right now. So fulfilled I cut all sorts of ties with the unimportant. Maybe we’ll meet again, maybe we won’t, be vigilant enough to know that I’m content.