Little Voices

Love {Is a Pain In the Ass}

Love {Is a Pain In the Ass}

It's not you, of course it isn't.

The one that he would fall in love with couldn't be you, because the universe is a prejudiced asshole with an agenda for screwing you over, time and time again.

You get to watch, day by day, as he falls more in love with someone else, praying to every single damn God under the sun for it to be different, for it to be you that he looks at like that.

But at the same time you know it's wrong.  And you realize that the girl he loves is someone kind and stunning and absolutely flawless. She completes him, and they're perfect together. But she's not you.

So you feel sad, watch sappy romance movies for awhile, maybe. Or maybe you just wallow in self pity for awhile. No matter. A few emotional breakdowns every once in awhile is healthy.

Eventually you snap out of it and move to the stage of plotting her untimely demise.  

Maybe she'll get permanently stuck in a revolving door, or perhaps she'll move out of country very suddenly. Maybe she'll trip down the stairs a few times, maybe she'll end up in a coma.  The thoughts plague your mind, unbidden and vicious.

And it makes you feel so guilty.

Because who are you to take away that happiness?  No really, because you don't have the answer. What in the hell are you supposed to do? There's no guide book for this sort of thing, and now doing anything about your feelings makes you the asshole.

Talk about shitty outcomes.