My heart has been taken apart and put back together. But like all puzzles, over the years, pieces come up missing. Each heart break has resulted in pieces lost.
On 11/24/2014, a big chunk of the puzzle has been lost. Forever. A gypsy soul, a dear friend, someone whom I love, adore, would’ve done anything for, well his heart seized after he tragically collided his motorcycle into a construction vehicle resulting in him being thrown into the back of an audi, then on to the hard concrete where he died.
Words cannot begin to say the sorrow I feel in my heart. I wanted you to know, Robert Lowe, you were so very special to me. I love you. You had a huge place in my heart, and a great deal of who I am,I owe to you.
These pieces are gone. They will never be returned. They died with you that day. You’ll always have them. So hold onto them tightly, until we meet again. Once again, I love you my dear friend.
It’s over. And I’m glad. I need to rid myself of people whom make me feel less than. I’m perfectly imperfect. I have flaws and I embrace them. I am not a martyr, a messiah nor am I anyone’s hero. I love my child I’m a good mother and that is all I need to be. I’m nothing to you nothing to anyone but my child. You say I’m used up. .. you say I use people. . Well who cares what you have to say? You’re a speck. A tiny speck. All of us are. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I’ve made my mistakes and in time, I’ll learn from all of them all. I have no regrets. Do I miss you, sometimes. Do I want to have contact. .. sometimes. But do I NEED you? Well. .. I’ve made it this long, and I think I’m doing fine. I’m beginning to think for myself again. Wear my hair how I want to wear it, wear my make up, clothes whatever without your ridicule, criticism, or as you like to call it, guidance.
You once told me, after I had stated that you weren’t sweet to me anymore. You never complimented me or said things to make me feel good about myself, that is how you’re supposed to mold someone into what you want them to be. How you train them. At the time I thought you were joking. Well hind sight really is 20/20.
Im fine just the way I am. I have plenty of people that think I’m beautiful just as I am. .. although the pin up look, that was my doing. You just tried to take credit. You encouraged me to dye my hair, change my style, dress and look how I did when I was 16. I took a little of that and ran with it. I dyed my hair. .. but not how you wanted but it looks awesome. I look awesome. I will say one thing. .. you helped me find myself. How I’m most comfortable. Except the yoga pants. I don’t give a shit how much you hate them. They make my ass looks hot and they are comfy as fuck.
I thought that you would be “the one that got away” but, I think I’m the one that got away. There is a reason I couldnt stick with the idea of moving away. I realized, if you really felt how how you claimed to feel, you wouldn’t have left me hanging. You would’ve helped me get there. You don’t really love me. You never did.
So as I put a close to this post, I’m just going to wish you luck. If you call, you know I’ll answer, shoot me an email, I’ll reply. .. but I’ll never fall like that again. Not for you. I don’t even know who you are.