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Some sort of masochist.
Unrequited love. It's something I enjoy greatly. Hell, you probably think I'm crazy, right? Well, it's possibly true. Okay, most likely true. Don't push it.
Anyways, unrequited love. You know, a love that will - probably - never be returned. It's something I enjoy greatly. I donno what the hell's wrong with me, but hey. It's me. Falling in love with someone who doesn't - actually, who would never - return my feelings is something that really makes me happy for some odd reason. So, I guess you might call me a masochistic when it comes to love. Hanging by every word you say, even if you don't realize it. Following all orders, just like a dog. Invisible chains around the heart. Keeping it bound within. A frightening yet exciting concept. I guess I really am a masochist to like that sort of stuff.
And if they were to like me back?
I don't know how that would be. I don't think I've ever had that happen before. Keeping my feelings deep hidden within me is something I treasure much too deeply. If they were to like me back... They probably were suffering - is it still honestly called suffering if I enjoyed it? - much more than I was by not telling me. For not bluntly returning their feelings.
On second thought. Maybe it really isn't the whole chain and ball theory that causes me to like having an unrequited love. Maybe it the whole no commitment thing. If anything goes wrong, or if I just - all of the sudden - don't really care for them as much before, they would never know. At least I do hope that I wasn't too obvious.
Ahahaha. Wouldn't it be hilarious if I was though? I wonder how that would be? How embarrassing!
Well, that's my random train of thought for today. Possibly more tommorow?