flashback to three years ago..
On the third day I lay sniffling, my head wrapped in a towel it was the only thing that could keep me warm because I felt sick. I felt ill in a way that I had never truly known and I felt like a fool.
I had fallen for an age old trick of dip and flee. The game where you sleep with someone and then disappear on them. I had been ghosted on and I felt somehow I thought I had managed to go my life without that feeling.
I recant this story so many times, this boy was the gateway to so many other failed relationships and maybes. this was the catalyst of what would begin a long journey of self and so many errors. To succeed without failure is almost impossible and somehow that lesson was never so harshly learned as it was when i was trying with my relationships.
Art should of taught me this that without mistakes we can never learn and somehow along the years, as I got older I became much less forgiving of myself.
I became a bit more recluse in terms of dating, far less forgiving and looking for the mistakes. Looking for some sign to drop this person because it was only doomed to happen again.
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