The RELATIONSHIP Post.

This will basically be the building block of this long-ass  4-part something post. 

And here it goes…   The Ex.

So after the break-up of my previous and only relationship, I’ve been a wreck.
Going through ups and downs, twists and turns, almost everything went through my mind.  After the break-up  I placed tremendous pressure on myself to get rid of these flaws because I need to get better so that when we meet again, when that time comes,  when I get another chance  I won’t make the same mistakes I did before.  I won’t make her cry again.  She’d be proud of me this time.  She’ll be smiling again. 

But then trials came.  Reality set in.  My flaws were still there.  My training was put to the test.

I saw her with her new friends, new pals, having fun.. without me.   And it fucking hurt,  I got all mad and emo. I got depressed.   I went to the lowest of lows at that time,  thinking bout getting revenge at people that didn’t do anything wrong to me.  I was jealous that she was happy with them and not with me; Crying everynight was becoming a norm for me,  t’was like in my body clock  that at 10pm -3am I’d go out smoke a pack of cigs everynight and cry my lungs out.  I went through hell.  I learned how to really smoke a cig, I did drugzz, I sleep for 2 hours a day.  Wow.  

And of course the highest of highs,  praying to God that she’d have a fruitful life without me.  That she’ll get promoted and her band would become so famous and awesome; It gave me a goal, to see her again a better person, a changed man.  It gave me motivation like no other.  While smoking and crying I was thinking of becoming an actor,  a Brad Pitt type actor.  I started to imagine that I my looks were on par with Brad Pitt,  James Franco, and Heath Ledger;   I started to play the bass again, and I really want to improve,  I was looking for bass and piano lessons  online and in malls.  Have a band, eventually get famous and be put on event with her band  and see each other backstage  and have a dramatic reunion;  Lastly  I also thought about taking a career in MMA,  she’ll see me in TV  being a changed person,  be all good with people, awesome physique, rugged beard,  living my dreams,   but carrying a bad-ass aura with me as if to say  “You’ve changed me for the better, but the scars do show”.


Need I describe the ex? I’ll make it quick, she’s the one that got away.  Sure, we had our differences but it was my fault of not trying to work-out our relationship.  

So seeing that this entry is getting longer by the minute I think I’m gonna stop here.  I’ll make another one bout her some other time.  But I’ll leave you with the perfect ending to this post.

“She’s the one that got away”