Women walk around thinking “we”. And their version of “we” is “me and my dick”.
One minute heÂ´s all over me, and the next minute heÂ´s pushing me away. And i just cannot believe this is happening, again!. Why do i keep doing this to myself? I must be a masochist or something.
In love relationships, there is a fine line between pleasure and pain. In fact there’s a common belief that a relationship without pain is a relationship not worth having. To some, pain implies growth. but how do we know when the growing pains stop and the “pain-pains” take over?. Are we masochist or optimists, if we continue to walk that fine line?
When it comes to relationships…how do you know when enough is enough?
Why is it so hard for you to factor me into your life in any real way? You said you loved me.
-I do. Then why does it hurt so fucking much?
I was furious with myself. I was the real sadist. He might be the one with the whip, but i was the one who tied myself up. Tied myself to a man who was terrified of being tied down.
There were no words left. We’d said them all.
After we made love, i knew it was over. Did i ever really love him or was i addicted to the pain? The exquisite pain of wanting someone so unattainable.
LetÂ´s not pretend we’re something we’re not. It’s ok. I’ve reached my limit.
And just like that i had untide myself from him. I was free.
But there was nothing exquisite about it.
No quiero pensar porque no quiero que el dolor del corazÃ³n se una al dolor del pensamiento.