More then one girl in the world. Ive been told this.. Yet, It seems so wrong. If a women likes me and I fall in love with her, Is she not the only girl in the world. How, can there be more like her around the corner. She is special. She loved me, that makes it that much more special.
She had to much PD problems unrecognized. She started dating an authentic Sociopath. That dropped me to my knees in confusion. I saw the brokeness and love in her eyes for me, She thought I was continually rejecting her. I was not. It was all PTSD issues. I believe she lacks in having different forms of a conscious. Nothing I can do about... Now Im finally hardening, and letting go, its been about 2 1/2 months since I saw her or talked to her. She tried to say hello, I did not respond. She later tried to say hello when she was getting it from the sociopathic monkey she brings for protection to the meetings. I definitely was not interested in talking to... Now she's all into her new monkey!... Yet she was broken hearted over me and in love with me. At-least thats how I see it..
I can wish, However, this girl is gone. Even if she is down stairs while Im upstairs for a meeting. She is gone. Theres no hope of association. ITs through... She has no conscious. What can I do.. Its over before it starts. Its very frustrating... I saw her car go by in the distance as it was coming toward me. She is a past memory nothing more. This is real hard. Ive been writing blogs on it.
More then one girl exists in the world!? What a statement... Its so hard. Leaving the possibility that is no more then one girl of my dreams. It doesn't seem right. Seems like I should have the girl I love. Not so!, IT was all short lived. Now Im mad that I have to go out and find another; I feel robbed. I have to trust God.
IT seems like God brought her to me. Thats how it always feels. IT feels like no one can replace this person, she was to unique and special.. And she liked me!
Im actually lucky. Women like me, they like the way I look and act. I can always find a few of them twirling there hair and looking at me when I talk, or walk into a situation. But whats the point. They will not be like this last girl. That is the way it feels. These other girls will be bland, While this past girl was made of pure chocolate.....
Its really hard to let go. The grieving process f@cking sucks a big one!