I feel like I am the only person in this world that still uphold loyalty at any cost, or no cost at all, and to whatever ends which entails its true meaning.
Loyalty. *sigh*
Of course, betrayal and mistrust are the end of my loyalty. I give chances for redemption before the termination of my loyalty, so to speak. However, when my patience wanes to the point of sleepless nights accompanied with aching heart and tears, which all in all challenge my threshold, so be it. I would cave in and give up, seeking refuge in solace and the idea that people are shit! Shit motherfuckers!
And so, loyalty, it always goes with love.
Ha! No brainer, I am not named love for nothing. Same reason I am loyal to a fault.
Just do not break my heart, because all hell breaks loose. Literally. (Not an expression). It has always been my birth right. Break my heart or hurt me, and someone or something comes from hell for you or your family. Ask my cousins –– someone or something is always watching over us.
Yes, love and loyalty. Me.
sC
