oldie, but goodie.

So instead of trying to trudge steadfast through my writer's block for an assignment that's due tomorrow, I decided to take a stroll through the past. I've read through old accounts, old flings, old feelings. It's so therapeutic to rummage through the past with hindsight, especially when I come across old rage, despair, and confusion. It makes me appreciate my present more than I already do- and trust me, I couldn't even begin to describe how appreciative and grateful I am.

With all of that said and done, I've decided to post something I wrote 2 years ago. It's pretty self-explanatory, but I would like to say that I still feel the exact same now as I did then: vindictively blessed.

It hurts my soul when one of the few good men left fails to see his own worth.

How can you seek out responsibility for being the victim? Have you been damaged so severely that being the crutches for someone who can walk perfectly comes second nature to you? Why do you believe that you should be burdened with blame when you were caught in the crossfire of a crazy bitch and her unstable mind?

You don't have to prove how good of a boyfriend you are, because I already knew from day one. And I don't mean day one when we started dating a couple months ago. I mean day one, the very first time I felt an attraction towards you 6 years ago. I never once saw you in whatever tainted light the majority seemed to have cast on you. You're not an asshole for telling it like it is. You're not intimidating, you're inviting. You're not apathetic, you're passionate. You're not evil, you're so good, especially to me.

I resent your pathetic, no good ex-girlfriends who were so quick to hurt you with no remorse, because hurting you in the slightest bit has bruised my soul. However, I'm glad that they decided to throw you to the curb, because I get the pleasure in proving them wrong. While they sift through every single dude that treats them like another notch in his belt, I get to unbuckle yours. While they're beating themselves up throughout another sleepless night, I'll be sleeping in your arms. And when they finally realize that they should be crawling back to you in agony, I'll be looking at you from across the aisle, knowing that I'll be steadily walking towards my future with a good man.