| DauphineMarie |
10-25-2014 07:17 PM |
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Originally Posted by vivfox
(Post 1151087)
Screw the FM song story, this sounds more intriguing to me. Spill girlfriend.Why would you be flying over seas to see someone you did not want to see?
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Uh oh, Ledgie story time! Let's try this:
So I'm from London, but I was living in France at that time. While there, I got into lots of trouble and pretty much partied all day and all night. My favourite thing about this time though was Bastille Day (I'm an amateur French Revolution historian) and I was in this little parade and everyone was sloshed and I dressed up as the Goddess of Reason and was carried through the streets of Paris singing La Marseillaise (not kidding.) Anyways, my "boyfriend" was still in London, and when he heard about what I was doing with my life, he told me to come back home. And I did, because I probably would have ended up penniless or dead, to be honest.
So I fly back to London to meet him, and I literally hated him for being so controlling and things like that. I felt so embarrassed, like a child who's being punished, and I resented every inch of him. But then when I came back to my senses, I realized he had always been like that, even with little things, so even though I appreciate his concern for my well-being, I realized I had to be my own saviour, and be the person I wanted to be. Because at that time I was co-dependent on others for my own happiness. So when I looked into his Brown Eyes, "what do you want to say? are you just another liar?" Can I not make a life for my own? You can't tell me otherwise, or make me do anything I don't want to. So that's pretty much why I didn't want to go back, but I'm glad I did.
Phew, sorry for that! But you asked :angel:
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