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My Sob Story - Daisy

Daisy was a local DJ, I was a raver and wannabe music producer. I was good friends with her boyfriend Cliff, and the three of us saw each other every weekend. We used to organize small local raves together, from 50 to 300 people, and small local nightclub events as well. There were a bunch of others in our crew, and our crew was part of a community of lots of crews. We hung out all the time partly just because we were all scenesters in the same scene, and partly because we were really friends. (Or so I thought.)

When Daisy moved in with Cliff, she told me it wasn't a serious thing, which didn't really make sense to me, but Daisy was always saying things that didn't quite make sense. She had this weird combination of sharp-eyed intelligence and incomprehensible airheadedness, and she could go from one extreme to the other and back again in the space of a second.

Anyway, they got a house together, along with a few more of our friends, and Daisy moved in first. The first night there, she was the only person there, and she called me up and asked me if I wanted to go see a sketch comedy show. She said "you know, like a date," but I thought she was kidding, because everybody thought she and Cliff were a serious thing.

It turned out that when she said they weren't serious, she wasn't kidding. I ended up in the middle of a love triangle, which was terrible, because I had no intention of stealing my friend's girlfriend. But she wanted to be stolen, and when I didn't follow through, she turned ice cold on me, and when that happened I discovered with a terrible shock how much of my happiness came from seeing her smile.

Let me put it another way. How much of my happiness came from seeing her smile? A lot. Maybe all of it. I told my ex-girlfriend all about it, and she said to me, "I always used to hate the way you said her name." She said it in a thoughtful voice, as if discovering something she had always suspected, like the detective in a movie, right when he finds the most important clue.

I had given up my chance to be with this girl - this girl who I had cared about so much, my girlfriend couldn't even stand the way I said her name - and I realized it was the wrong move. But she was bitter that I had rejected her, and she was one of the most attractive women in our scene, which included hundreds of people. There were a lot of other guys who had also figured out she was ready to leave Cliff, and they didn't have any hesitation about getting her attention. They were making her smile, treating her like a princess, and whenever she saw me she had nothing but bitterness in her eyes.

I started sending Daisy love letters. I started going places where I knew she would be, so I could talk to her. I turned desperate and crazy. I went almost out of my mind over losing her, and she had only ever been my friend. None of my other friends could even look me in the eye. I humiliated myself and got absolutely nowhere, and the worst part of it all, was that Cliff, her boyfriend, was going through almost exactly the same thing, because every time I got close to her again, Cliff thought he was losing her - and he was right - and he did everything he could think of to bring her back.

In the end, I moved away. Daisy couldn't make up her mind, Cliff was determined as hell, and I had lost all my self-respect, all my dignity, amd almost all my friends. The really sad part of it is, when I left town, among the very few people who were still friendly with me were Daisy's brother and his wife. Even when Daisy was changing her mind three times a day, they seemed pretty consistent about their opinion.

She was beautiful, of course. Her eyebrows were thin, and arced like a child's drawing of a seagull in the distance. And I couldn't forget her. I came back to where I used to live, just to visit, and it was the same thing: she was all, hooray, we're going to be together, and then at the last minute she changed her mind and went home with Cliff. So I left town again, and I didn't come back.

A lot of other guys were interested in Daisy. She was damn good-looking, and we all knew a lot of people. But nobody else got her away from Cliff either, until I removed myself from the situation. The minute Daisy realized I really was never moving back, she dumped Cliff and got together with a new guy.

You should check out my success story, too, because I had another situation that worked out a lot better, but let me make something clear: I understand your heartbreak. I understand what it feels like. It almost killed me, and this wasn't even my ex. I didn't even know how strong my feelings were until it was too late. This is just a simple reviews site, I'm not an expert; I'm just telling you what I know. What I know is that you have to keep the emotions under control. Allow yourself to feel them, of course, but let the feeling wash over you; then be smart and do something that works.

An avalanche of love letters will win you nothing. Begging and pleading will win you nothing. What you need is a system that works.

I recommend The Magic Of Making Up.

One reason I recommend this: Cliff and I played tug-of-war with Daisy's heart for at least a year. Maybe several years. I learned a lot of get-her-back tricks from my experiences with winning back my ex-girlfriend Lisa, and I used those tricks with Daisy, and they always worked for a short time, but they never stuck. This was because I didn't have a strategy. Every time I made progress, I made some bone-headed mistake which cost me all my progress, and put me further behind than ever before.

A lot of these tricks are easy to figure out. A tiny bit of improvement here or there is easy to make. The real win here is getting a strategy. You need a strategy because if you don't have one, you might win a few battles but you won't win the war. The Magic Of Making Up contains a complete strategy. You buy it, you read it, you know what to do. Then you just take that strategy and apply it to your own situation.