I opened my eyes and watched her dance. I laid back and watched he sway her hips to the music. I grabbed the globet and drank my wine. Oh I love what's happening. I see her coming towards me, I feel her hands on my chest. She's closer. I love the feeling I get from her. I opened my eyes and she was there no more. I turned towards the computer. It all had been nothing but a dream. I raised my eyes towards the screen.*Ring* "One new mail from XXXXXXXXX"
I smiled at the name, got up and went towards the computer. I read and my eyes got wide.
"I'm sorry, but I cannot tie the knots. Maybe later..."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. She couldn't tie the knots. She couldn't finish what I started. Well, not yet. Damn! Why the fuck did I do it anyway?
I sighed in frustration then turned towards the window. The jar of ashes was still there, but now it was empty. The deed was done. The hands were locked together, but now everything had to come to an end. But she couldn't do it. Damn, she's still a bit soft!
But I don't pity her. I understand her. This is not a story about her. I pity something/someone else....
I pity those who think they have what they need, but in reality they have nothing.
I pity those who fall in the arms of the first person who says "I kinda like you".
I pity those who think it's not their fault.
I pity those who where too busy looking for their own happiness to realize someone was hoping to be the source of that happiness.
I pity those who say "Not my intention"
I pity those who choose a relationship over an old friendship.
I pity those who are desperate.
I pity the girl who thinks "It's better now"
I pity the guy who says "It's better this way"
I pity the couple that says "It's the way it should be"
I pity the girl who is the third wheel.
I pity the girl who gets her ass kissed everyday.
I pity the guy who kisses that girl's ass.
I pity those who kiss people's asses.
I pity you because, in reality, you lost everything.
I pity you because, in reality, you don't have what you want.
I pity you because, in reality, you're useless.
I pity you because, in reality, you don't love.
I pity him because, in reality, he's getting his heart broken again.
I pity you because you think he wants you for sex, then he'll leave.
I pity you because you accept and embrace the idea.
I pity you because you're stupid.
I pity you because, in reality you're all alone.
I pity you, because I can.
I actually don't pity you. I love the situation in which you are and trust me, you'll fall soon. Just wait for the knots.... You can't convince her out of it.
