Lets get something straight, don’t you dare fall in love. It’s a short life and the last thing you need is getting that damn heart broken of yours and dying even earlier than what you initially thought. I mean if your heart is broken, you’re basically screwed because then I guess you can’t pump blood through your body and you die. I know love as well as I know how to make the perfect cup of tea on a rainy day. But love, love…what is it good for? Absolutely nothing.
Whatever you do no not give him your everything because once you do, he has everything he needs. He no longer has to try and give you everything you deserve. He no longer tries because he has you and your everything already, so what could he possibly gain from giving you anything, he’s got everything he needs. Once this begins happening, once he starts pulling back and once he stops trying to give you the world…you don’t learn. You try harder, you give more, and take less, and you are okay with that because you are in love and you think this will make him fall even more madly in love with you. But darling, he will mess you up because you will never be good enough.
There will always be someone better, prettier, more smart, more sexy. And he’ll drop you like gambling addicts drop five grand, fast and easy because they see the bigger the picture. The picture with a better girl who has better things and a better brain and a better life! They see it all. Except they don’t see how you cry alone on late summer nights questioning what you did wrong and what you could’ve done. How maybe if you took things a little farther or maybe if you would’ve made his cookies with a teaspoon of extra sugar it would make him more sweet. Maybe he would’ve been sweet enough to feel the need to fight for you. Maybe he would’ve at least fallen in love with your cookies and would’ve fought to at least keep you around…
No matter what you do, in the end, it is all the same. You will be the best thing until something else comes along. And you are more than that…why do you always hear about broken hearted girls and smirking guys? Why isn’t it the other way around?
Do some men not have hearts? Do they truly cease to exist? Maybe you have unrealistic expectations the idea of love over lust is just unfathomable expectation…You ask yourself who you are. Are you an object to be used, and is love just a figment of imagination that us humans made up to make us feel better about ourselves?