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Re: Feelings...wish I never met you
by Poison on Aug 29, 2001 - 01:58 PM
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Arthegarn,
First of all, I wrote that , me Poison, Ick girl just edited it and posed it there.
I can see you had a lot of time to think about that and that you have really deep ruted ideas.
Now being a begginer in feelings I have no idea what to say. None of us think the same, so I think we'll all eventually find someone who at least thinks a little like we do...or so I hope. I also think what you said makes sense, the thing about showing your love from time to time in a more "violent" manor. But, hey, I could be wrong...
Poison
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Re: Feelings...wish I never met you
by RavenChyld on Sep 06, 2001 - 07:16 PM
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Surprisingly, (or perhaps not so surprisingly,) I'm about to agree with you wholeheartedly, Arthegarn. I'm one of those women who always proclaimed we wanted the "nice guy". Y'know, Prince Charming on his white horse? I found quite a few of them, actually, and for some reason that I never let myself analyze too closely, they always ended up being wonderful friends after the rapid decline of our romantic endeavor(s).
Somewhere along the line, I got tired of the pattern. I had wonderful guy after wonderful, sensitive, caring, eternally reachable guy, and yet it just never seemed to work. Now why doesn't this sound like the majority of complaints from late 20th/early 21st century women? Because this particular woman decided to find out what the hell was wrong and fix it.
The only problem with this was that I eventually realized I didn't actually want the nice guy I had always believed I was supposed to want. No, I honestly wanted the bad guy, the incubus, the Dark Lord... and that scared the living sh*t out of me. For me, confronting my shadow meant discovering what I really wanted and accepting it.
I've found that perfect mix of angel (pardon me, he mumbles from behind his novel that he's a *Fallen* angel) and demon in a man, and it's the man I love beyond words. How did I find it? Well, first my best friend bullied the two of us into getting together. Then, I asked him to do what I'd simply waited for: I asked him to help me bring my own shadows out, to play with them, to compliment them.
It was hard to face.
But it's made all the difference.
RavenChyld
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