tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38996552760804705982012-02-16T09:42:53.265-08:00Great Guy StillCarlos Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889258138494323388noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899655276080470598.post-27431876825575799692010-09-07T08:18:00.000-07:002010-09-07T10:16:11.790-07:00Just A Great Guy<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Started off like an ordinary teen relationship in high school. Before I get started Picture this in a</span> <span style="color: cyan;"><strong><em>movie frame smiles in your face but everybody’s fake.</em></strong></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"> We were one of the cutest couples. I can honestly say she was the only girl that I really loved </span> <strong><em>when I matured up and understood the concept of love.</em></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"> Three weeks before my girlfriend went away to college, problems started to occur. This was the</span> <strong><em>third month that we had been together.</em></strong> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Having no meaning at all we fell out from time to time over petty arguments.</span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: black;"><strong><em>Listening to people outside of our relationship, untrustworthy, interpreting that something’s</em></strong> <span style="color: #cccccc;">wrong, and assuming wrong ideas.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em> The same way that word spread about us going together was the same way that word spread about</em></strong> <span style="color: #cccccc;">us falling out.</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>It got to the point that we wouldn’t talk for days. </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;">I was hurting but didn’t want to swallow my man pride and be the one to step, to text or call first.</span> <em><strong>Soon enough she broke up with me it occurred right after an AAU basketball game.</strong></em> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">It was the championship game; we lost by one, in overtime, with three seconds left on the clock. So</span> <strong>the news she gave me right after the fact we lost hurt worst.</strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"> Presenting a big role in my life the saying “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone”.</span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: black;"><em><strong>Just to top it off she had sexual intercourse with my cousin and three other guys at our high</strong></em> school <span style="color: #cccccc;">senior week to get at me.</span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>I did nothing but use that as fuel for my success and to be here where I am today. </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">The love that I had for her has only grown to higher levels because I appreciate her for doing me </span><span style="color: #cccccc;">like she</span> <strong><em>did so the next time I can avoid the problem.</em></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> I demise the things she do but I still text her back and say I miss her to.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899655276080470598-2743187682557579969?l=watagreatguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889258138494323388noreply@blogger.com3