It’s past three am, and I have a final tomorrow, but I feel like writing about you. You know, it didn’t surprise me that you actually never loved me at all. What do we know about love anyway? We talked about this for ages, and we just couldn’t figure it out. I wish things were different, I wish we knew what love is, and I wish that was what we felt for each other. But it’s not, and we don’t love each other. We just want each other, physically, and it’s just desire. That’s just about it.
I’m grateful for you, though, and that will never change. Actually, I’m having a little deja vu moment right now. Anyway, whatever happens after the finals, whether we spend the next two weeks together or not, whether we will change our mind, I don’t know. What I know right now is we’re both weak, and we’re both selfish, and we’re both not ready to leave each other. Let’s just stick together, darling, and make a fool of ourselves. Maybe, just maybe, we’ll learn something. Or maybe, just maybe, we’ll grow to love each other.
