The World According To Leo

So this is a continuation of my previous post… Yes, the one where i tell you about my heart-ache and the love story that changed my life… It’s 3:03am. I got home from a party at around 1am. And could not sleep… Been looking forward to the party the whole week because it meant that i would spend time with some folks who i like spending time with and one of the best pieces of advice for any new singleton is to “never refuse an invitation”… Although i’ve been a bit fluey this week, i still plucked up the courage to head out to the party. The evening was fun. Nice seeing everyone, catching up with some friends, discussing this and that and the other with others, talking about ‘him’ with a mutual friend… Only to be yet again reminded about ‘that other guy he’s now hanging out with’… Yes, that other guy, who i refer to slightly less kindly as “that motherfucking home-wrecking cunt”… Leo...

So i havent blogged in a while. In fact, i havent blogged nearly as much as i had hoped to… But let’s be honest here, as you could pick up from my Tweets, recent weeks have been pretty damn tough on me… My heart… And every little piece that’s left of my shattered heart. Yes, i’ve been working through what, in my life, is probably the most difficult, heart-shattering break-up i’ve ever experienced. Not that there have been many, but there’s never been one of such significance to me. Why do i say that? Because for the first time in my life, i truly LOVED someone unconditionally. But why did it fail then, you might ask… Well, in short - love needs to come from both sides. If you are the one giving all the loving but not getting any in return, things are bound to fuck out big time! During the honeymoon phase, I’d say “i love you” and he’d say “i love you back”… Then as time passed, I’d say ...

Being the hopeless romantic that i am, i always dreamed of fairytales in a land far far away… Fairies and Dragons and Castles and even a Prince Charming… And when i met you, I thought you were him… A handsome prince on a white horse…from a kingdom far far away… But sadly when i saw that you werent who i had hoped you were, it dawned upon me that all good fairytales need scary dragons too… What if you were in fact not Prince Charming but the scary dragon? Then i realized that this Fairytale has only started… My story has been written slightly different to what i had hoped for and it’s only just begun… Calling the Dragonslayer!