Honey, if there's one thing I've learned, it's that no matter how many people adamantly stand their ground in the fact that they can't stand the chase... they're lying. There's nothing we love more than something we just simply cannot have. Being the target of a very longstanding one-way romance has taught me that distance indeed does make the heart grow fonder. And boy, my theory has yet to prove me wrong.
It gets you thinking, though: At what point does someone really miss you, and not the chase? Perhaps it's not something that's made clear to us unless a drastic move is made. Perhaps it's something that's never made clear to us. But one thing is for sure: I will continue to stand my ground, and keep my distance, even if it kills me. And that brings me to another point: Does that make me a game player? I don't look at it like that. I look at it as me being a girl who is only trying to preserve the last of her integrity. A girl who is sick of being strung along at the (albeit, unintentional) puppet strings of my own personal Romeo Puppeteer.
I refuse to serve up my Red Velvet heart to a greedy taker, just to be left with a plateful of the most unsatisfying of crumbs.
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