I promised…
Not to be that woman.
The one who closed herself off because she had, once too many times, been hurt. Nevertheless, I closed all doors, put my baggage away, and put a disguise on my face. So that no guy could come into my space. Because my mind, indeed, is a terrible thing to waste on these games society has set into play.
I promised…
Not to be that woman.
But slowly, and surely, I began to unknowingly lock out all guys. Even if they weren’t trying to “talk” to me. I was that woman. Tired of bullshit and games. Tired of my heart getting in the way. Standing in front of bullets that claimed to not have my name. He said he was sorry. He didn’t mean for it to happen that way.
I promised…
Not to be that woman.
And for a moment, I wasn’t. I had given a second chance, only to get my heart slashed. The same shit, twice in a row. We had this discussion, but he didn’t know. For a moment, I agreed to be open to love & forgiveness. But that second time made my heart diminish. Yes, I love him but only from a distance.
I promised…
Not to be that woman.
So, instead of focusing on not being her, I focused on me. These were just lessons learned and words written in my diary. I’m not bitter, no grudges held in this heart of mines. I’m only hoping to keep growing with time.
