When the ex calls, it's like clockwork on deja vu. You vaguely remember this happening before, yet your heart is so happy, you block it out. The Essence Matchmaker once wrote about the man who calls his ex to tell her she was right, he never should have left her, ignored her, hurt her, stole from her, etc. (You get the picture...) But the real reason he called his ex is just to see if he could still get with her. Women moan and lament over it, why play with my heart strings?
Simple answer ladies, his ego.
I wish sometimes I would be smart enough to mark when it begins on my calendar like it's that horrible time of the month (isn't it though?)
This time when it happened he brought along to the story a intercontinental relationship with a girl that he hasn't seen or gone out with in years. He's coming to visit her, but he wonders if he could come and see me too.
My heart considers it, toys with the idea, perhaps even sinks back to the good times of a good man that loves you and understands you and is there for you forever. I listen to my girls complain about the ways their men or ex-men treat them, and he sounds even better.
But then your mind taps your heart on the shoulder, WAKE UP idiot, think about this in real time. And so you stop and think, you, your heart, and mind, all in one accord.
And you realize he's not asking for love, relationship, or forever, so you tell him it's not going to happen, but we can be friends. And then the "when you wake up" calls and the "before you go to bed" calls, the nightly skype sessions, and the "are you busy" text messages cease almost immediately.
So you mark your calendar that it's done, frown and wait for its return.
Simple answer ladies, his ego.
I wish sometimes I would be smart enough to mark when it begins on my calendar like it's that horrible time of the month (isn't it though?)
This time when it happened he brought along to the story a intercontinental relationship with a girl that he hasn't seen or gone out with in years. He's coming to visit her, but he wonders if he could come and see me too.
My heart considers it, toys with the idea, perhaps even sinks back to the good times of a good man that loves you and understands you and is there for you forever. I listen to my girls complain about the ways their men or ex-men treat them, and he sounds even better.
But then your mind taps your heart on the shoulder, WAKE UP idiot, think about this in real time. And so you stop and think, you, your heart, and mind, all in one accord.
And you realize he's not asking for love, relationship, or forever, so you tell him it's not going to happen, but we can be friends. And then the "when you wake up" calls and the "before you go to bed" calls, the nightly skype sessions, and the "are you busy" text messages cease almost immediately.
So you mark your calendar that it's done, frown and wait for its return.
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