Riga Tens

 

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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