It's been a billion years since i last posted. But i guess this is when a blog comes in handy huh.
The feeling of helplessness is the worst of all. It leaves you wanting to do something, anything just to change the way things are. It doesnt matter if you end up getting hurt instead, but just knowing that you were in control and that u made a choice, albeit wrong, is much, much better than being having to suffer the agony of waiting for that inevitable moment of hurt to come. Right now, i'd give anything to be the one suffering it instead, if only because i've never thought you'd have to go through what i felt. And no one should.
Girls, the saying that "when a guy treats you nice, it's always because he wants something in return" is even surer than the Earth being round. (Btw, the Earth isn't round, it's an oblate spheroid)
He DOES want something in return. Your heart. Here's someone who would give anything, everything in return for your love, who HAS given up everything. Yet all he gets are false dawns, and getting treated like trash. Have you honestly ever appreciated any of it? Are you intentionally using and hurting him? He may have been a jerk in the past, but we all stray from the path. What does he get in return but a broken heart, his emotions a tangled mess?
There's nothing we can do except watch and hope for the best. Cause it's all up to YOU. You, who has taken everything for granted. You, who may have been planning to do so all this while. You, who is the one thing that matters to him in this world. What gave you the right? There isn't all the time in the world. It's a tough choice, to put things down and move on. But its your choice to make, THE choice to make. There's no can or cannot, only whether you want to or not.
If only i could take the pain away, to bear it instead of him. Why? Cause it hurts even more seeing someone else feeling this way. He doesn't deserve the way you're treating him. To drop him, and just be someone's possession again, to be like a old dusty book that would rather spend a lifetime in a bookshelf with a brat owner than in the library, where the librarian devotes himself to your care, and be hurt as much as you are when your pages are torn.
I hope against all odds that you make the right choice.