Why is it that the one person you aren’t supposed to be in love with, is the very first person who you can’t stop thinking about? You’ve been down that road with them and when you came to the fork, they went left when you had to go right, leaving you to walk to the next intersection alone. So you held your head up high and walked alone down that long fork on the right, biting back tears when you saw him pick up another companion just like you, only better. And you hadn’t been traveling solo for more than two weeks. It hurt you more than any hurt you’d ever felt at the hands of a boy, so you found nothing in anyone else. There was only one in your heart. After months of being alone, you pushed those feelings of hurt and love and regret away. Eight months of smooth travelling later, you see them again, still with that companion. Only this time, they wander over to your side of the path just long enough to tell you they still love you. Before you can react, they’re back on their own side, laughing and smiling and kissing their mate. You’re stunned; what the hell just happened? Was that the truth? Or was it just the sight of seeing you that made them act so erratic? A month goes by and nothing has been done about the former flame’s feelings. Still happy on their side of the road, while you’re left alone, wondering what the fuck you’re going to do now. They fucked you up, confused you. And worst of all, those feelings that you swept away eight months ago have broken free of their Pandora’s box. Oh shit, you love them too. Now what do you do? How do you act when you see the two travellers together? You act as you always did; stronger than you really are, happier than you really feel deep inside. It sucks! When people part ways, they should stay parted until they know that they can only be friends. Nothing more.
Yeah I was talking to a friend today and she’s still in love with her ex. I just had to write that, since I’ve been in her shoes before, a few years ago. It’s never fun to love someone who broke your heart and ran out on you right when you needed them the most. It’s hard and it usually ends up bringing more pain then it’s worth. One tiny false hope that will drive you mad. Three words that fuck up your happy routine. You hear them when you least expect them and just when you think you’re ok with being friends.