Only you could think that the life you walk on is rounding as you walk past the outer edges of life. Many people pass by, surrounded by many wolves in the dark, finding someone to attack. It's a very dangerous end of life. Despite the circumstances of life, many people want to achieve a life, yet they surrender when they can't handle the darkness they live in inside of them.
You can't even know if the person is bad or good by looks. You can't define intelligence by the way people think. It's defined by their way of getting away from the dark.
Friday night came at midnight. I sneak out to my house, surrounded by many bodyguards at the gate and on the outside of the house. Ivy and I ended up fighting yesterday. She was so persuasive and needy. I don't have any problem with her being attached to me, but it's too much if she's trying to manipulate me. I wanted to understand her, but how will I cope with the way he thinks of me if he doesn't understand me?
I want to fight our relationship. After two and a half years and six months with her, I want to propose to her. She was a nice, tall, and sexy woman. She was a model, and I am a singer. We met at a gala party. She was wearing a glistening split dress that suits her very well, and her back was facing me. She was the prettiest woman that night, and then suddenly she faced me, and everything around me stopped, and boy, that was the sexy smile that I saw, and that's where I knew I was in danger. Sounds cringe, but at that time I knew she was the one.
I courted her. I pushed her to say yes to me, and I've been patient with her. Every flower, every chocolate, every place I went, I wanted her to enjoy being with me, and I loved it when I saw the smile in her eyes. One day when I took her out in the evening, the sun was almost split in half by the moon. We were looking at the beautiful sea, and I was behind her, caging her and smelling her hair, my mannerism when I'm with her. She smelled so fine, and that's why I fell in love with her.
I wanted to surprise her, but I'm the one who was surprised when she said yes to me, and the light of the moon reflected us, and we kissed. That's the most memorable moment of my life.
I'm happy and content that she's finally my girlfriend. And I'm happy to announce it to the people, but some of them have negative thoughts about my girlfriend being a slut and a liar, which I don't like. I defended her from a thousand people because I knew she was not that kind of person. But do I know her? I don't want to ask her, and I don't want to doubt her because she has been so nice to me. And I don't want to badmouth her because that's not a good way of doing it.
Our relationship went smoothly, until one day it changed everything when I saw another man kissing her in front of her condo. I got angry, disappointed, and upset. So many thoughts are running through my head because what if I'm wrong about her? For almost a month we had a cool-off, but then he persuaded me and fought with me. But the trust was not there anymore. It's gone, blowing dust in the wind. I wanted to break up with her, but she threatened to kill herself, and I don't want that.
Some people called me stupid for fighting for our relationship, but I don't care anymore. I don't know if I still love her or if I only love her because I need to. Our relationship became toxic. She doesn't want me to sing, and she gets jealous easily every time I talk to a girl, which is part of my job. The fans and some of them are girls, she doesn't want the girl getting closer to me. And I get pissed every time I catch her bullying the other girl on social media using her dump account.
I care about my fans as much as I care about other people. The girl got cyber bullied because of my girlfriend, who I thought was kind and had a soft heart, but I am mad at myself for choosing the wrong person.
Guess time will tell if the right person is bad or good.
I climbed out of my Lamborghini car when the private plane picked me up, putting my car inside the plane. My phone rang, and I didn't answer it because I knew it would only piss me off, and I don't like it when someone ruins my work.
I saw Dane get off the plane. wearing a black shirt, maong pants, and boots. We got the same outfit for today, and I find it brutally insulting on my part. The only difference was that I was wearing a leather jacket and the tattoo on my arms was invisible.
"Someone was not in the mood, I see." We fist bumped, and I wanted to rip the smirk off his face. "Is it because of your girl?" he teased.
"Shut the fuck up, Dane," I said, ignored him, and went straight to the plane. He caught me up and smiled. He chuckled.
"Oh, my bad. I just saw her new post on her social media saying, "Loving you is not worth fighting." Dang boy, that was harsh," he said.
Love for me is not worth fighting for? What the fuck is up with that? She gains nothing from me but exhausts me. I'm done with her; I cannot take this any longer. I don't want to push myself to the bottom, where I could hurt her, and man, I never lay a single finger on a woman because it's not my thing.
My hands and fingers are not worth it to lie on someone's face. My hands and fists are only for those men who did nothing good and were such a pain in the ass in this universe.
Sighing. I went to bed and laid down. Putting all the bad things and exhaustion to bed, resting for the night would be fun, but not until I get off this plane and kill those fuckers.