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Shallow.
That's how I feel when you tell me, "I like you."
You've captured my thoughts. Congrats. What about my heart?
Was it ever yours?
No.
"It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind."
T.S. Eliot
T.S. Eliot
Is that my fault? Have I never opened my heart enough? Why haven't I? Will someone inform me of what exactly warped my emotions oh-so long ago?
I was afraid that your heart would be placed in my hands too quickly. That's why I asked for a month. I'm glad I did.
So you still like her? That's fine with me. You probably think that it's hard for me to hear that; but, the truth is I'm relieved. I don't have to turn you down - or worse. Suffer through a bad relationship.
Why? I don't think your head is mature enough, and I don't think my heart is naive enough.
Plus - I didn't want to kiss you. That would have been awkward.
"... our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves."
T.S. Eliot
T.S. Eliot
It's difficult wanting to like you and not wanting to date you. (Re-read that sentence... it'll take a little thought to comprehend. Actually, it'll take a lot. ~ Okay, to be perfectly honest, that's how I feel. But I don't know why.)
Maybe we're to learn from each other? Mistakes are indefinitely more bearable when others make them for you.
I don't mind if you use me and then set me aside. Truthfully, I don't.
Isn't that the purpose of a heartless doll?
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