Regretting Superficial Relationships

September 22, 2008


Just a song I was listening to. Hwangbo – Mature

I don’t have many experiences dating.

But I did have a couple of them I went with just because I thought they looked so good I can’t let go. I thought no one this good looking will ever like me again. I never liked them that much actually. But I just went with them because of their looks. So that I’ve dated such and such a handsome guy before, etc.

Now I think about it… I truly am sorry. I’m truly sorry. I want to cry thinking about it. I can’t believe I behaved that way. I just desperately wanted a taste of it. It’s so pathetic. I am so sorry…. my beloved.

I have to face my consequences now. I have no choice but to pay the price. Because no matter what I do, I can’t buy back my innocence. And I feel so sorry to everyone who loves me: My parents, my brothers, my friends…. They invested so much in me and I threw it away on people who don’t mean shit to me.

Most of all, I am sorry to the one I love. Because… I am in love now. I have someone I truly love. I don’t know if it’s one-sided or not yet but it doesn’t matter. He’s the weird one who made me realize.. I want to give the best of myself to him. However, I feel unworthy now…

I realized.. when we have someone we truly love, it is him or her we want to devote ourselves to. The more men I was with, the more of myself I’ve lost. I wish I had kept my everything for him and him alone. Before when I have no one whom I love like this, I didn’t know anything and don’t see the value to myself either. I don’t see the point of a single partner relationship. Isn’t it ironic how loving someone else makes me love myself too?

Whether it was my body, my heart… my time, my money… everything, I wish I had kept everything for him. He deserves it. Even though I still have so much of everything to offer him now.. it could have been so much more, I thought.

But.. I guess, I shouldn’t regret anything. Just don’t do this shit again, Honestee. To hell with all the cheap man hoes throwing themselves at me. I don’t care if they’re handsome, rich, educated, fun, funny, not funny, whatever. If I don’t love him then he doesn’t deserve anything my lover does. Not that I’m hot or anything but, if they do come along again sometimes, uh uh, I’m not having it.