i love you.

he will always tell you how much he loves you more than the guy who loved you before him. every new guy that you’ll see, will tell you how they love you in further more different ways. they’ll pick on the details, a little more than the guy before him. ways and things you could never thought possible. i too, will.

but that doesn’t matter. does not matter at all. it doesn’t matter how much they love you, or how they love you, or what aspects of you draw them – completely irrelevant.

do you love them back the way they love you? that’s what matters. in every possible way that could make sense, it does. you can’t go for the mind if he goes for your breasts – doesn’t work that way.

maybe that’s why “love” never works out. we don’t get what we want, and we sure can’t give.

is this like shopping for clothes – you try something on, see if it fits, and if it doesn’t you simply pick the next? and even if the next one fits, do you still throw it out the window, or let it rot, without ever trying to understand it for what it really is? isn’t that what we (ie. you) always do?

mwahaha~