Love:Logic :: Oil:water

It’s crazy how you could meet someone, enjoy their company, fall in love.. and hate that very same person.

I guess I don’t like to accept the fact that people will come and go in your life. I thought I held such “high” standards for myself; waiting for that quality person to come along and compliment my life..

So someone comes along.. although hesistant at first, they’re so charming. He makes me laugh, we find things in common, and not to mention he’s got a nice body ;) We become the best of friends, we share friends, share families, even added our first puppy into the picture . We lived together, we went to school together, we we’re growing together.

But where did it go wrong?

We started to fight, then we break up.. Not for long. Wait, a few times. We were the cutest couple, now the “make-up/break-up” couple we once would laugh at others about. More and more issues come up, more arguments— jealousy, paranoia, and all the darker of emotions come to surface.

Now what? What happened to that boy I fell in love with? What happened to me? Perhaps, they both left us with the issues of modern society. The envy, the jealousy, the distrust, the infidelity. But now I’m vulnerable. Now I’m too emotional, I cry all time, I’m b*tchy. I don’t trust you, I look through your phone, I’m paranoid. I know its not attractive, and no one likes to be with an emotional girl. But isn’t it all his fault?

Shouldn’t I just leave? I can’t leave you, I don’t recognize my self worth anymore; I’m in love with you..

Wait? It that what love does.. I don’t want this. I hate this, i hate him..

Now we’ll grow apart.. I’ll wonder what you’re doing tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. I’ll miss your family, and hope that your relatives are doing well. I’ll run into our friends, and they’ll ask me how I’m doing. From time to time.. I’ll even check your facebook.

Eventually, I’ll think about him less, and less. I’ll learn to build another wall. I’ll get back on my feet, and dust off all the negative bullsh*t I started to become.

..And now I wait for the day that I when I won’t even give two sh*ts about who and where you are.

I can’t wait to be strangers again.