You don’t know me very well yet, but I am generally a nice person. Compassionate. Understanding. Forgiving. I’ve been blessed with the ability to usually see both sides of a situation rather than just my side. And I always known that given the same circumstances, it’s possible I might have made the same choice, so I tend to not judge others. Those are all pretty good traits I guess.
There is one thing about me though that you should know. I am loyal to the end for those I love.
I should have been born into a mobster family. I feel that strongly about loyalty.
You hurt someone I love, then you hurt me. Simple as that.
Someone I love was hurt tonight by people she trusted. I don’t really know the story or even all of what happened. But that doesn’t matter. What I do know is that my friend was wronged. And that means that I have been wronged as well.
Someone will be swimming with the fishes. Well, maybe not really, but if I was in a mobster family, there is no doubt someone would be whacked.
Loyalty involves so many things. It’s believing in someone. It’s trusting in them – even when they’re wrong. It’s carrying a secret to the grave if they ask that of you.
If I love you, I’m loyal. No questions asked.
I want this guy dead! I want his family dead! I want his house burned to the ground! I want to go there in the middle of the night and piss on his ashes! Be careful the next time you intentionally hurt someone. You never know who it is I might love! Heh.