Back On Track (Phase Three)

I was

On this track

Moving forward

Slow but steady

Just one fine day

Something on the side caught my eye

I turned

I focused on it

Like a fly to the dim blue light

Like a bee to the sweet Apple Blossom

Before I realised it

I was burnt

Bruised

But now

NOW

I'm back

Back on track

Strolling along like the Victor

I AM

A victor

Strolling along the Victor's track

Moments ago, she looked at him and she saw a trustworthy man. Moments later, she looked again and he turned into total stranger. Moments ago, they held hands, they kissed, they made out, they made love. Moments later, she saw someone else beside where she's supposed to be. Untrust is now her best friend.

Yes. It's Phase Three now. I was off the track in the midst of finding my way to Phase Three from Phase Two. I wandered off, drifted away, and tempted by the promising scenery at the side of my track, I made my way off the track. That scenery turned out to be just a back-drop. I thought it was real. It looked so real, I felt guilty not believing. I got burnt like the tipsy fly. I got bruised like a curious cat. I hurt my knees, again.

Jon messaged me last night, just as my phone died on me. I managed to catch a glimpse of his message and give him a short reply. It was so sweet. Right message at the right time. It said "I tried calling you but couldn't reach you. Hope you're alright... Give me a call k?" It was 11.30pm and he was worried for me. So sweet. And so it got me thinking...

He used to look me in my eyes and still tell me I'm beautiful even when we just woke up in the morning, lying just next to each other. "Yeah you snored. But I don't mind what." He used to say it in the matter-of-fact way. He's ever so patient with me, or at least never yells at me, even when I really get on nerves. He protects me like a baby. He loves me like a woman. I'm eccentric yet he takes it like a victor. I say weird things, he still takes it like a victor. He takes me for who I am... And he loves me for who I am...

I don't need a boy who tells me "You're beautiful, I love you" when I wear nice clothes, put on make-up and wear red lipsticks. I don't need a boy who loves me when I'm happy and detest me when I'm sad. I don't need one who prefers my smile but thinks I'm fat either. Boys, get real, I need a MAN who loves me like HIS WOMAN for who she is.

Boys, get real, I need a MAN who loves HIS WOMAN for who she is.

P.S. Thanks to my dearest Derrr who's been giving me solid advises :) Thank you schOo much! Love ya! *HUGS*