The fictional diary of a lovely...
I was single free and lovely.
Great!
But i was also single free and lonely.I'd tasted and enjoyed the taste of undying passion.Facing the old life of desolate one woman dinners, sad films with bits of manufactured tissue. It was all nothing compared to you . But i am really not sure what the downfall or undoing of us was darling.I thought it was simple and easy you love me i love you, what a lovely happily ever after.
Now i think of it that was childlike naivity because before every i love you , came a ferocious word and after every i love you , came some more emotion thrashing verbal abuse.
Theres a wailing child beside me, green eyed with envy of the train glass on the oppsite side her mum seems to be admiring herself critiquely in. As i'm scribing these thoughts on the underground, I wouldnt mind someone shutting the cute looking thing up, can't she pay reverence to my heartbreak too and if she cant relate with my situation at least some reverence to my stupidity.
Vanity, always amazed me even you knew that. Even now i dont get it, ones reflection is the same as it was the day before , the one before that and an infinitive number of days before that. I suppose it depends on what youre seeing, if you see your personality then that doesnt really change, however age alters beauty.
The thing is i never thought i would meet someone like you, you know someone amazing, modest and something or someone so like those hero's in all those money theifing love novels all women are addicted too.
My hero.
You know, you just seemed so different or maybe i was lost in the excitment of someone actually noticing me. Thats what you did , i mean i owe you that at least. You gave this reformed plain jane the time of day and made her something she was comfortable with.
