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Wednesday, March 15
so this is the real world.
It's funny how perfection tends to slip through our fingers. Ever met the perfect guy, the guy you knew (or thought you knew) was gonna be the one, the one you thought you could never live without? And then, slowly, it all just fades away - and you grasp at thin air to get him back - thin air, because there was nothing there to begin with, really.
You realise it takes two hands to clap, and all you've been doing is falling into this pit alone. This pit - call it what you like; some may call it true love, I prefer the word deception. And the worst part of the process is not the hard landing - pain we can take - it's the helplessness of falling into nothing.
Most would say the safest road to take would be to tread slowly and carefully, and make sure you're tied to a bungee rope before you take the plunge. Well, that rope could be friends, wariness and even denial - but eventually we all take the fall. The obvious safe route would be to avoid the pit entirely, but the fact is that inevitably, we're all drawn to it sometime or other.
But now I'm sounding like a bitter love cynic.
No doubt the 'pit' is a rather negative portrayal. But then again, everyone does bungee for kicks. All I can say is - the fall may be terrifying or exhilarating, but ultimately its whether or not he puts out a safety net for you.
And I'm not willing to bet he will. Not yet.
So we're talking forever, you almost feel better.
But better's no excuse for tonight.