LETTER to the EX:
Darling, we've had a great run but I think it's about time we see other people...
It's not you. It's me...
Ok. It's you. But let me explain. First off I'd like to say...
I loved the way you look at me - the shape of your eyes. The brightness I saw in them. You helped me see things I could not normally see...
I loved how you always made sure I was secure - no matter how rocky the world might get.
I loved the shape of your body - the vibrancy of your skin. I could always see myself when I looked at you...
Your beautiful curves... The shoes you wore...
But most importantly, I loved the way I felt when we were together. You took me places I could never have gone without you.
But lets face it... Lately, you've always angry, and very loud. You groaned everywhere we went - even when it was for you. Eventually, you seemed to have just slowed down, no matter how hard I push you.
It's almost as if you have given up on life.
Your once vibrant skin is dulling. Flaking. Your health, diminishing.
I tried taking you to the doctor - he said you were fine. He gave you a sports drink and gently adjusted your posture.
I tried everything I could. Even the expensive accessories I bought you - your mind always seemed to be somewhere else...
You crashed and burned...
But it no longer matters - I've met someone else.
And lets be honest - she's prettier than you. She's more willing than you, too. I feel a huge surge of excitement when I'm with her that I just simply don't feel with you. I can't explain it but it's the truth.
She might have four eyes, but with them she's able to guide me in a way you never could.
I'm simply more comfortable when I'm with her. She's a lot smarter and she offers me what I need.
She's much more enthusiastic about life - making her more enjoyable to be with and a lot more fun. And oh can she sing - the high notes she can reach are simply beyond anything you could - and she keeps at it where you would already be gasping for air...
All in all, shes in an entirely different league to you. I'm sorry but we must move on.
The Ex:
The new girl:
All she needs is a little lipstick, some new shoes and a better angle!
On a serious note, this is my first post and those who know me well know I like my cars! I also have a fetish for older cars - specifically Japanese imports. I'm lucky enough to have owned two of my favourite cars (yes, an EG Civic believe it or not). With mix results of course!
Cars are expensive - I'm hoping this Integra will serve me for many years to come (think 100 or so years). I must admit, I've adored this model ever since I started to notice these metal things on wheels (10 years old) and have always wanted to own one!
Anyways I hope you enjoyed my first post!
Darling, we've had a great run but I think it's about time we see other people...
It's not you. It's me...
Ok. It's you. But let me explain. First off I'd like to say...
I loved the way you look at me - the shape of your eyes. The brightness I saw in them. You helped me see things I could not normally see...
I loved how you always made sure I was secure - no matter how rocky the world might get.
I loved the shape of your body - the vibrancy of your skin. I could always see myself when I looked at you...
Your beautiful curves... The shoes you wore...
But most importantly, I loved the way I felt when we were together. You took me places I could never have gone without you.
But lets face it... Lately, you've always angry, and very loud. You groaned everywhere we went - even when it was for you. Eventually, you seemed to have just slowed down, no matter how hard I push you.
It's almost as if you have given up on life.
Your once vibrant skin is dulling. Flaking. Your health, diminishing.
I tried taking you to the doctor - he said you were fine. He gave you a sports drink and gently adjusted your posture.
I tried everything I could. Even the expensive accessories I bought you - your mind always seemed to be somewhere else...
You crashed and burned...
But it no longer matters - I've met someone else.
And lets be honest - she's prettier than you. She's more willing than you, too. I feel a huge surge of excitement when I'm with her that I just simply don't feel with you. I can't explain it but it's the truth.
She might have four eyes, but with them she's able to guide me in a way you never could.
I'm simply more comfortable when I'm with her. She's a lot smarter and she offers me what I need.
She's much more enthusiastic about life - making her more enjoyable to be with and a lot more fun. And oh can she sing - the high notes she can reach are simply beyond anything you could - and she keeps at it where you would already be gasping for air...
All in all, shes in an entirely different league to you. I'm sorry but we must move on.
The Ex:
The new girl:All she needs is a little lipstick, some new shoes and a better angle!On a serious note, this is my first post and those who know me well know I like my cars! I also have a fetish for older cars - specifically Japanese imports. I'm lucky enough to have owned two of my favourite cars (yes, an EG Civic believe it or not). With mix results of course!
Cars are expensive - I'm hoping this Integra will serve me for many years to come (think 100 or so years). I must admit, I've adored this model ever since I started to notice these metal things on wheels (10 years old) and have always wanted to own one!
Anyways I hope you enjoyed my first post!
