best interest

recently i’ve been playing, i’ve been played; i’ve been trapped in a prisoner’s dilemma. i confessed, i waited, they stayed quiet: i was punished for my faith, and then twice. i persisted until i was a willing party no longer: i had to, i have to, i need to act in my best interest.

but love isn’t a game; if it must be one, then the optimal outcome is not to play.

it doesn’t matter if you crawl back begging for forgiveness; there is nothing to repent for, because there was nothing between us in the first place.

and what about regret? again, i don’t regret anything — except what we could not have.

excerpts, #6 (absolute relativity)

i want you to take all the time you need to find yourself — you deserve that much.

but neither will i be waiting for you at the world’s end. with, or without me: you take everything now or you go; it’s a hard yes or a no. we don’t have enough time for anything else.

in the end, it seems to be all about timing, doesn’t it? it is, and it isn’t. we are now locked in each other’s orbit forever, regardless of whether we are bound to meet again in this lifetime.

and so be it, paths crossed or not — i would rather die than settle for you.

(in)decent men, #1

my friends often tell me that i attract a “problematic” type of man but maybe that is because that is exactly what i want.

(highlight at own risk) can a decent conservative man really look straight at me with a hunter’s eyes, choke me, and then call me his good girl? in the end, he has to be a bit crazy, just like me.

and even if he does not want me — how will he ever settle for vanilla?