Riga Tens
Riga knew a
few things. She knew that when you had love it meant something. You kept hold
of it. Most people equated this to staying with the person. She did not. Take
Pedro. Riga would always love him. To her this did not mean staying with him.
She kept it quiet from most people. It was none of their fucking business!
Bitch. There had been no excuse for Riga treating Pedro like shit. She left him
and this wounded him. He reached out to be friends. At this point she still
cared. They tried to be friends and failed. His unstable moods riled the small bad-tempered
female. Triggered her and made her furious. This is what partly wrecked the
chances of being friends. As did his powerful love for her. As did her own
moods and treatment of him. She told him: What you want is not possible. That
would still make me your mistress. That involves love making, going for coffee,
hiking, time together etc. Riga knew this was the time she cut Pedro off. There
would be no going back. Though she still loved him. It hit her at times.
Unbalanced her. Her own emotions controlling her. This made the little critical
thinking female ever madder. She ruled her emotions with a hammer. Like always
ruled the big soldier. Riga felt bad about that. Yet she was Riga and always
this way. And he deserved it. Look at the size of the lazy soldier half breed!
She did miss him, his company, his spirit, his soul, his aura, his green eyes,
their rampant insane sex life. She missed being a real fucking bitch with him.
Shouting at him and stamping her feet till the fool cried. Oh, I was such a
bitch with Pedro. I still love him. I could fix this in an afternoon. Yet
refuse to do so. I blame him for time away from my father and daughters. This
is so easy to fix yet I will not. Poor Pedro. How badly I treated him in 2025.
He can handle it. Pedro the lazy half breed soldier. Why must I be this way?
Look, my temper overcame my critical thinking...
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