I had this dream once about this guy named Karl...
I first met Karl in a dark parking lot. It isn't like it sounds, haha. Karl was different in more ways than one. Here we were, a bunch of kids with our new built up tuner cars in a parking lot and Karl pulls in with a old IROC-Z, a leather jacket and aviator glasses. This kid is totally from another generation.
The moment we shook hands and introduced ourselves to each other, I knew something was different about him. What that was? I would soon find out.
Karl was a player, a straight up player. He believed relationships ruined people. He believed life is about experiences and serious relationships clipped your wings. And love? Forget it!
Then, I was appalled! I'm very much a hopeless romantic. I mean, aren't we all? In a way?
I describe my time with Karl like a dream, because he's just a memory burned in my brain now. He is now in other's dreams now, making them question how they see the world.
Karl was in my life for almost 3 years. In that time, we had a lot of fun. We grew closer than I ever thought we would. He was a player, I knew better than to get my hopes up, he called every girl "hun", but my heart leaped every time he said it to me. Karl was great. We called it "independently togetherness". I had never felt more able to be myself with anyone and not be judged. It was great.
Eventually the dream did end, and waking up truly sucked... but Karl saw things many of us didn't or couldn't see. He saw that I was losing sight of myself... my wings were clipped. He was right, even if I couldn't see it then.
Karl visited me in another dream this week... he inspired me yet again.
I see Karl from time to time, since we moved on. Last month I went to him for an oil change. After the fact, with word of mouth, I had heard he said I used him for a free oil change. I can't explain in the right words how it made me feel. I trusted him more than anyone, and he knew me better than anyone. How dare he? How dare he change? He was the one real thing I knew!
I did end up confronting him, because we were always upfront. I could always say how I felt and not feel judged. I'm glad I did.
He hadn't changed, at all! He still had his foolish temper. He acted protective over me, like he always had. And he was as honest as could be. Like the Karl I always knew.
Maybe... just maybe... I was more to this player than a notch on the bedpost. Maybe it was love? haha
I first met Karl in a dark parking lot. It isn't like it sounds, haha. Karl was different in more ways than one. Here we were, a bunch of kids with our new built up tuner cars in a parking lot and Karl pulls in with a old IROC-Z, a leather jacket and aviator glasses. This kid is totally from another generation.
The moment we shook hands and introduced ourselves to each other, I knew something was different about him. What that was? I would soon find out.
Karl was a player, a straight up player. He believed relationships ruined people. He believed life is about experiences and serious relationships clipped your wings. And love? Forget it!
Then, I was appalled! I'm very much a hopeless romantic. I mean, aren't we all? In a way?
I describe my time with Karl like a dream, because he's just a memory burned in my brain now. He is now in other's dreams now, making them question how they see the world.
Karl was in my life for almost 3 years. In that time, we had a lot of fun. We grew closer than I ever thought we would. He was a player, I knew better than to get my hopes up, he called every girl "hun", but my heart leaped every time he said it to me. Karl was great. We called it "independently togetherness". I had never felt more able to be myself with anyone and not be judged. It was great.
Eventually the dream did end, and waking up truly sucked... but Karl saw things many of us didn't or couldn't see. He saw that I was losing sight of myself... my wings were clipped. He was right, even if I couldn't see it then.
Karl visited me in another dream this week... he inspired me yet again.
I see Karl from time to time, since we moved on. Last month I went to him for an oil change. After the fact, with word of mouth, I had heard he said I used him for a free oil change. I can't explain in the right words how it made me feel. I trusted him more than anyone, and he knew me better than anyone. How dare he? How dare he change? He was the one real thing I knew!
I did end up confronting him, because we were always upfront. I could always say how I felt and not feel judged. I'm glad I did.
He hadn't changed, at all! He still had his foolish temper. He acted protective over me, like he always had. And he was as honest as could be. Like the Karl I always knew.
Maybe... just maybe... I was more to this player than a notch on the bedpost. Maybe it was love? haha