You don't chose love.
Love chooses you.
Sometimes though, I think it chooses wrong.
"Do you even love me?" I screech out. He's unaffected. the girl who was here seconds ago left her panties behind. the sight of them burns my eyes.
"Do you?!" I want to cry. I want to scream. I want him to acknowledge me. I want to stop loving him.
He looks almost bored "What do you think?"
I leave and tell myself it's the last time. I won't come back. I won't come back for him.
But i'm lying.
I'll always come back.
