I thank life for allowing me to get to know so many beautiful
and wonderful women in my short life thus far. Because it allowed
me to understand that I'm better off alone. It's not the women's
fault that my life is such but my own's.
There are no women who are made to suit us men, for when you
love, you love her everything. But for men like me who are
perfectionists, it makes us ponder and wonder why the curse of man
is to love imperfection despite his intelligence.
I do not hate women but in fact still very much love them so,
for when I'm in the chase, I'm always charming and suave just so I
can impress these sirens. It's when I'm bound by the chains of the
curse, that my wings are nipped. My perfectionist side emerges in a
few months and allow for no misgivings on my side in a r/s. The
stress and pressure overshadows the smiles and pleasure. I become
serious and often a stranger to be with. My smile is but a weak
twitch of my lips, for I'm thinking all the time, on how to be
better than yesterday so that she will love me more. I'm no longer
spontenous and become apprehensive to every idea fearing that it
might turn out a disaster. I strive hard to please my woman in
every single way, hoping that she will be happy with my every
action, only to forget that what she loved me for, was for the one
I was previously. I attempt to fulfill every role she needs me to
be in her life, only to realise that all these are a novelty to
her. What she needs me to be, is just me.
Thus is the curse of a man like me, charming and suave I might
seem, but really just full of sadness and insecurities. So women
are better off without me, just like me without them. For I'm only
my best when I try not to be.
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