Gabe Withdrawal

It's been since Friday night since I slept with Gabe. I was super exhausted Saturday night. Friday night was sort of the same. Monday night was a light intro to the withdrawal. I just thought of him until I fell asleep. I fought to get to sleep but it eventually happened and it was a coast all the way through. Last night, I kept waking up and reaching for him. I thought he was there and he wasn't. I even called his name a coupla times. It was me, myself and my bed. I constantly woke up and rolled about the bed and gained very little sleep. what was gathered wasn't anything of value. My back hurts, I'm tired and yes I've overslept and I'm late for work.

My day better not be stressful, I was ready to walk out yesterday. I miss Gabe...

Just Keep Wondering...

I never understood why...

I never could grasp the idea if loving what's wrong for you. I been told that ya dick has a mind of its own and have come to realize the validity of that statement subject to the circumstances revolving around it. I am coming to realize that love is blind, and in more ways than one!

Its a mystery to me how someone could have the world, and many of its perks, and place it down to pick up the moon. It doesn't make sense. Two people in a relationship and one strays off for whatever reason towards something that is universally seen as less or comparatively inadequate. Why? Oh! You love him don't you? You love her don't you? I can't fathom why someone would leave healthy green grass for a crabby weed mixed yard!

Spinning on another angle. Though this might step on toes, but what about the relationships that are in shambles but they are still together for unknown reasons on both parties? What if someone stellar, I mean collected, on their grind, and is just a radiant gift to mankind walks in and takes interest in one of the parties? This person could be codenamed superman, or superwoman depending, and playing hero, trying to rescue someone from a bad relationship. I can't see anything wrong with introducing someone to a better side of life they aren't currently living in. What I don't understand, when the world is offered and a hand is extended for rescue, the hand is left hanging! Is it fear? Is it the newness and glamor that makes people leery? Change is the only constant in life, but change seems like the number one thing people hate to do.

I view myself as a superman. I may not have all the fancy suits he has, but my genuine care makes me invincible. My innocence makes is my freeze breath. My mind is my heat vision. My moral is my super speed. My faith is my strength. Unfortunately my weekness is unknown. I either have 1 complex weekness or many minor weaknesses, and they are all linked with emotion. Despite my weaknesses, I've established that I'm the shit. I have huge amounts of potential and limitless possibilities with endless destinations. Epifany of self worth? Yea! Sometimes it takes a sucker punch of reality for you to realize what you are and I have!

Knowing what I know about myself, being the superman that I claim to be, aren't I just "the other man"?

Just Keep Wondering...