I have what I call lover's fright. It's a disease. You usually get it when someone breaks up with you off-guard. As in, you were doing everything right: sending the good morning messages--sometimes, calling, asking about his great-great grandfather, writing him poems, buying him gas, and then all of a sudden, he breaks up with you.
That's not even the disease yet. It's how you get it. And so for your next relationship, you're just waiting to be heartbroken. Not that you want to, but that the guy is giving you the same signs as the previous one. He's doing the ignoring after you send him a message at 7:00am in the morning and he's always "busy" doing I don't know what, maybe herding some cattle. But mostly, he promises he still cares and then you really don't know what's going on. So you want to call up your x and say "you damn boy of a human being, see what you have done to my heart and my brain." But your sisters in the sisterhood group keep telling you
you are in control of your mind, whatever goes on in your environment is you and you own your space, and you want to say how bad you feel for not being able to control yourself the first day you met him.
You need someone to blame. You have blamed yourself enough and he still hasn't returned, so you are blaming God for not pinching your neck or causing you to go blind when you first met. Does it even make sense? Can he return the love? There should be a way to return love if someone does not fully complete the love journey. Say I came to you and asked you to love me. I would give you an empty bottle and you will fill it with your love. But you will also give me a bottle so I can fill it with my love. But it will hurt both of us. It won't only hurt me to love. So that when you leave we are even.
Lover's fright is curable. No one ever dies from it unless you give your lover your heart for a heart transplant. And please forget what they say about time healing all wounds. It does not heal anything unless you are willing to be healed. And I am willing to be healed. And I am willing to love again. And I am willing to forget again. And I am willing to ask about someone's great-great- grandaddy!
When I stole away
That's not even the disease yet. It's how you get it. And so for your next relationship, you're just waiting to be heartbroken. Not that you want to, but that the guy is giving you the same signs as the previous one. He's doing the ignoring after you send him a message at 7:00am in the morning and he's always "busy" doing I don't know what, maybe herding some cattle. But mostly, he promises he still cares and then you really don't know what's going on. So you want to call up your x and say "you damn boy of a human being, see what you have done to my heart and my brain." But your sisters in the sisterhood group keep telling you you are in control of your mind, whatever goes on in your environment is you and you own your space, and you want to say how bad you feel for not being able to control yourself the first day you met him.
