Emotions

I still love you.

Yep, I do.

It pains to love someone who doesn't love you back.

You ask for a lot of things out of someone that you love. You ask for hugs, kisses and all the shit and giggles that come with it. You ask for the heart, mind, soul of that person. You ask for it all.

I thought I gave that but I didn't get it back.

But who's to say that I deserved it?

I can't answer that. I'm Ciara. I'm 110%. From the tip of my nose to the end of my vagina. When I give you every fiber of me, I want that shit back. Straight no chaser. I didn't get that ... or I felt that I didn't.

It was time. Time to see that the road actually continues and that -- on my own accord -- it doesn't have to end.

I'll miss the laughs, the jokes, the fights, the phone-sex make-up sessions. I'll miss the NFL on Fox "dates", the "fuck your team" bolstering and the hilarity that comes with it.

I'll miss the smile, the perfect teeth, the cute little nose and the dimples. I'll miss the prospects of laying my eyes on that again.

But I won't miss what makes me miss those things.

The He-Man posturing, the "All of me is me" stance, the "I'm the lord, you're my serf" boasting.

But yet I will because that is you.

I will miss some of you but not all of you. The other 93% of you. The percentage of you that was enough for me to drop the other seven.

Hopefully I can find that other 7% in someone else.

It might not be that easy.

Goodbye, Non Sequitur. It was nice.