Love is madness. Well well, that is what I have started to believe and that is exactly what my recent activities have proved. For all those who believe that being in love is the best feeling in the world and whatnot, you stand corrected. Love is, by and large, the worst feeling. Its like an earthquake. It erupts after days, months, in some cases, minutes and after it subsides it leaves you with a lot of debris.
The guy who claims to love me (and well, I do love him back with a greater intensity), should be given the world's- biggest-hypocrite award. Hypocrisy is a full time job for him. He has affection beaming in one eye, and calculation in the other. To the best of my knowledge, he is an introvert, does not talk to people, does not party, does not drink, does not smoke and of course, does not, read it again, DOES NOT flirt.
That is why I say that love is madness. I put up with all his nonsense. Why? just because I believe I love him. Crap, I do love him. What does that say about me? You guessed it right. I am an idiot. He takes me for granted. The guy very strongly declares that he knows I am not going to leave him any day. Ahh, hell, he is so right. I am not going anywhere. Sad, but true.
He doesn't even care if I am alive or dead, he doesn't take my calls (do not think he is cheating on me, because I know he is not), doesn't text me EVER, doesn't take me out, doesn't meet me but he still loves me. And I put up with his crap, forgive him whenever he says sorry and still love him with all my heart. Madness. Definitely.
Whenever I need to talk to some one he is always absent. He loves me. Whenever I am in a fix, he is absent. He loves me. When I really really need some help, he is absent. He loves me. When I desperately want some of his time, he is busy. He loves me.
I take his calls in the first ring. I am an idiot. I meet him whenever he wants. I am an idiot. I get him whatever he asks for. I am an idiot. I call him the whole night just to say good night. I am an idiot.
Aren’t we all a little old to be playing games? I know I am. I’ve tried and failed miserably. I don’t want to go through the whole “guess what I feel!” thing again, and I’m weary of men who want me to do that. If I like you enough to suggest meeting up, if I like you enough to spend an evening with you, must we go through the whole yo-yo thing? I’d appreciate it far, far more if people were just straight: You were great, but I’m just not interested. Simple. No need to do this dance.
Cupid is definitely having a great time seeing me royally screwed.
The world is a crazy place and being in love is crazier. Trust me.
The guy who claims to love me (and well, I do love him back with a greater intensity), should be given the world's- biggest-hypocrite award. Hypocrisy is a full time job for him. He has affection beaming in one eye, and calculation in the other. To the best of my knowledge, he is an introvert, does not talk to people, does not party, does not drink, does not smoke and of course, does not, read it again, DOES NOT flirt.
Oh oww.. By the way, in the last couple of months he has been to a friend's birthday party, a friend's sister's birthday party, a friend's girlfriend's birthday party and his brother's girlfriend's birthday party. How does that sound? Great, isn't it? And when it concerns me, he is an introvert. Oh and not to forget, he still claims to love me.
That is why I say that love is madness. I put up with all his nonsense. Why? just because I believe I love him. Crap, I do love him. What does that say about me? You guessed it right. I am an idiot. He takes me for granted. The guy very strongly declares that he knows I am not going to leave him any day. Ahh, hell, he is so right. I am not going anywhere. Sad, but true.
He doesn't even care if I am alive or dead, he doesn't take my calls (do not think he is cheating on me, because I know he is not), doesn't text me EVER, doesn't take me out, doesn't meet me but he still loves me. And I put up with his crap, forgive him whenever he says sorry and still love him with all my heart. Madness. Definitely.
Whenever I need to talk to some one he is always absent. He loves me. Whenever I am in a fix, he is absent. He loves me. When I really really need some help, he is absent. He loves me. When I desperately want some of his time, he is busy. He loves me.
I take his calls in the first ring. I am an idiot. I meet him whenever he wants. I am an idiot. I get him whatever he asks for. I am an idiot. I call him the whole night just to say good night. I am an idiot.
Aren’t we all a little old to be playing games? I know I am. I’ve tried and failed miserably. I don’t want to go through the whole “guess what I feel!” thing again, and I’m weary of men who want me to do that. If I like you enough to suggest meeting up, if I like you enough to spend an evening with you, must we go through the whole yo-yo thing? I’d appreciate it far, far more if people were just straight: You were great, but I’m just not interested. Simple. No need to do this dance.
Cupid is definitely having a great time seeing me royally screwed.
The world is a crazy place and being in love is crazier. Trust me.
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