Cole

Still Me…

Maybe I should feel flattered that my ex-girlfriend, who wants absolutely nothing to do with me now, visits my site a few times a day. Maybe it should strike me as humorous. Maybe I should be nervous. But actually, I just think it’s sad. Sad that some people are so scared to be real, drop their stubborn pride and TALK constructively, apparently unable to act like they care when dealing with issues together – but after it’s all said & done, down inside, they still know that something very special was always there.

Yeah, I’m still me. Still a man. Still human. I still care. I still get frustrated. I still smile. I still get upset. I still joke around. I still work to understand. I still swear sometimes…especially when I get pissed off. I still cherish precious moments. I still value what’s real. I still don’t like being treated without care or concern – like a “tool” simply because I have a penis. I still desire to be loved and share my life with someone who will walk hand in hand with me as an equal.

I still know that not all women are bitter man-haters with nothing good to say about a male unless they’re talking about sex. There are wonderful women who see men as more than a means of temporary satisfaction when they want it – or someone to do the chores that need doing. You weren’t always that way, either. It’s a choice you make every day. It’s how you keep that defensive wall up.

No, I’m not in any hurry. It may be years before I have the chance to share my life with the right person. You were that person. You chose to give up and allow fear, conceit, anger & pride to rule over you, instead of allowing yourself to love & be loved, to feel what was there & so beautiful, to have true joy – freely from the heart. That’s so sad.