You know, sometimes I really hate you. Really, I do. But then again, I guess my love for you runs deeper and thus overwhelms everything else. Its terrible when you subject me to your verbal torture and quick-changing attitudes almost every other time. It scares me a hell lot when you blow your top; throw me over with short, cold, and sharp answers that never fail to leave me speechless all the time. I guess perhaps this is your deliberate of saying,
"I dont want to speak to you now so just leave me alone". And guess what? It works.
The feeling of not being able to relate to someone who will listen and tell me that everything will be alright, like how things usually turn out to be, is unbearable. Really, it is. It really is. The only one who will understand is probably myself, and all I can do is to attempt to find some comfort in knowing that things will blow over soon. Its times like these when I think,
"You're right. Maybe it would have been better if we didnt met at all." But
no, this is not my (and I hope yours too) idea of a perfect ending.
1:16 AM
