It sounds too good to get carried away, play at random and never know where you can end… or start. And although the beginning is always happier than the end, ends are necessary when you’re hurting yourself.
Something weird happened between Jhaime and I, and yesterday I decided to give up.
I was cool when a month ago he changed our original plan, but my coolness stop when (his) indecisions play with my mind.
He was acting bipolar AF and no thanks! I’m not here for that. I was doing my best to make this temporary long-distance work, but I can’t do it alone. Relationships are of two.
I was getting used to him and as you can imagine it’s not fun to turn the page and find again a blank space… I thank him though for making me feel more than a fuck toy for several weeks, and making me realise that I’m still capable to give more than that.
He ran, they never taught him to walk. And I ran away from illusions and harm.