A few years back… i was materialistic and i liked guys not for their personality but their looks. and i made it a point to never be commited in relationships and only got for guys if there were cute or really rich…taking them only as flings.. it never happened.
i found girls who were so devoted to their boyfriends stupid and believed that it was only right if the guy worshipped the girl and not the other way round…never really thought about how it would be if i ever really played a guy…
funny how things changed. getting into a relationship. it turned out i was one of those stupid girls. those that cried their eyes out nearly each day just because their boy was too busy with his friends. One who forgave no matter what happened and just continued to stick with him through all the pain he’d put me through.
i never did really appreciate my previous relationship. i dont think i was ever that much commited to that relationship either. and my ex saw through me. he accused me of not loving him many times but i would just laugh and say he was being stupid and i loved him more than anything in the world and i would love him forever. i didn’t lie. i really didn’t. i just didn’t mean love in the way it was meant to be.
this time. it might be the same thing. possible it is. but why was i so unwilling to put myself into the pain to be with my other ex and torture myself for 2 years for the sake of this 1 boy? do things i would never do. sacrifice things i thought were important to me once. let my heart and mind be tortured in ways that it has never been?
till this day. things havent really changed. i though i could just stand up and walk away. in fact i know i could. but the thing is. i don’t really want to. why? is it because he’s become so much apart of my life that we even grow the same pimples on the same exact spots @_@ yes.seriously. no JOKE. not all the time but occasionally. to the extent that we look so alike people often mistake us for siblings. predict each others move yet never really understanding why.and change just isn’t something im fond of. or is it really love for real this time?
whats love really? it’s described by so many different people in different ways. who’s right? who’s wrong? who’s to say what it is or how it’s suppose to be? is it just a word we made up to make us believe in such *fairytales* …or does it truly mean something?
so what is this im feeling? love? care? or just plain habit….