Sometimes I dun understand myself. Sometimes I feel like kicking myself for asking for pain. The very logical side tells me never fall for an attached man. Yet, in the most recent months, I realised I am doing it. Twice..., actually technically once. The second one kept telling him that there are no more relationship between them. There is no intention to come between the two couples. I won't allow myself to but the feeling of looking at the object of affection is just a little unbearable. I guess I just have to keep a comfortable distance. I simply hated the remote idea of becoming a third party.
I told GJ that life is strange. I told him that you can never tell if someone will be your forever until one of you pass away. Or you never really know if someone truly care for you, until you part. He obviously cares a lot for his ex, a litte too much. Not for me to comment, maybe that is what I like about him.
I am sitting and typing away. I am not emotional about the whole thing. I am just curious why I will allow myself to feel that way.
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