Epsiode Two: The Marine

Nathan Jeffrey Wolf, and yes I will use his real name for the sake of his own humiliation. A corn fed, blue-eyed, sweet talker hailing from Fond Du Lac, Wisconsin whose southern charm swept me off my feet.

I kept thinking “he has to be too good to be true”….REWIND. He was too good to be true. It all happened to sudden to last: that feeling of free-falling into love and then plummeting into rocky depths of its counterpart.

All those words you said to me that I believed to be genuine now plaque me. “I love you”, “Move here, home is where your heart is”, “Fate loves the fearless baby”, “You’ll be the death of me”, “I’m crazy about you”…..The list goes on and with each word I dove deeper into that realm of what I thought was love.

But things change, people change. What was thought to be love turns out to have only been lust and hearts get broken. Mine in particular. And you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.

Now, the story of Tink and Peter Pan. Apparently I never had Nathan’s heart, even though I handed him mine along with my soul on a silver platter. It seems Nathan left his heart back in Wisconsin. This was realized through texts that I found on his phone from Laura Turley, a.k.a “Tink”.

According to Nathan’s uncle Doug, who I sat down and chatted with, Laura is an ex-girlfriend of his who at one point cheated on him. Or as Doug referred to it: “Took a shit on him.” They had history, how could I compare? So this was the beginning of the end.

Nathan became more distant and stopped talking to me. Stopped loving me…And then it just ended and I come to find out about a week later, Nathan and Laura are an item. What happened to me? I was just forgotten, a stepping stone in his love quest.

And now there is Laura. I never had the pleasure of meeting her. I got to know her solely through MySpace: a web-stalkers haven. I became one, I watched the comments she left on his page and his replies. He used MySpace as a tool to make me jealous. Posting pictures of him and Laura, and telling her the same things he used to tell me. What ever happened to being sincere? It’s too bad that bitch looks like his sister…good job downgrading Nathan J.

But I still shiver every time I smell Blue Sugar on anyone. And with the turn of the radio dial, “Baby you Save Me” takes me back to the times we fell asleep together, my head on his chest. I’ll never forgive you…


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