Before I begin, a little advice dank; never, ever open one of my PMs. I might just so happen that I'm curious to see if you really lost your phone, as you claim, and embedding a picture to pull your IP is such an easy thing to do.
I understand the meaning of the concert and why it hasn't happened, yet.
Because you can't be arsed to set realistic goals and follow through?
This whole time I truly only wanted one thing, love.
*snort*
I told my soulmate, over summer, that I would organize a million person music festival at the end of the year.
*spit take* So you're trying to impress a girl by claiming wild super-powers? Good luck with that...
I now realize the impact one's words have on reality. Love is about honesty and unity, when I made such an unrealistic claim, it created doubt in my partners mind. Is this guy really sane? Does he really love me as he says?
Ohh...! A glimmer of contact back into reality. Yes dank, you probably completely ruined in a single conversation whatever chance you had with her by inventing this whole thing. Delusions of grandeur, especially such ridiculously fallacious ones, aren't what's going to get her cooch wet. How embarrassed she must've been when you no doubt spammed her with your guitar samples, endlessly dedicating them to her.
Or wait, the glimmer is gone. It's her fault.
Our love was divided. She chose to go to college at the end of summer.
Ooh! dank origin story bit! This is why you hate college...
I moved to a city 100 miles away to stay with her.
Stalker.
I tried my best to keep our love alive, but my attempts were misguided.
Because you're a stalker.
I was consistently worrying why things weren't the same, rather than accepting what is. As time passed, we fell farther apart. The only love I've ever had was gone, just like that.
Again, stalker. Is this the girl who you took to the beach to cheer up (at a cost of 300$ no less), thus ignoring your then outstanding loan?
I questioned everything I knew, everything I experienced. I, too, questioned our love. I knew deep down she was all I needed to be happy and that I could never fall as deeply in love with another girl.
I truly hope someone warns that girl, you are indeed obsessed...
I learned it was beyond my control. No matter how much I desired her love, she must want mine just as much for us to be together. There was nothing I can do to make her want me.
Now bordering on kidnapper territory...
I had to have faith that fate would bring us together. I had to lose the fear and uncertainty that divided us. I had to lose my ego, my imperfections, to become perfect. This doesn't mean I had to conform to someone else's idea of perfection, it means I learned to believe I was perfectly perfect, no matter what others told me.
Because, obviously, if you thought you were perfect, how could she not.
I found the same source of love she provided me within myself. I learned to be perfectly happy, even when she wasn't with me, cause I knew she would always come back to me.
Therefore you got over her and you can stop obsessing?
I haven't talked to her in a couple weeks. Tomorrow, we'll reunite. She can't run from the truth for much longer.
Seriously, someone call the police. She's obviously going to get raped.
