.:I tried to be someone else; but nothing seemed to change. I know now, this is who I really am inside:.

“Look in my eyes
You’re killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you”

My topic for today is unrequited love.

But first, a shout out to a made of win friend of mine; the one and only ANH. This is for you.

No no, it’s not a sign. Or maybe it is. I shall be cryptic. If I remember correctly, your PM once said,” “Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love. — Charlie Brown”

I think that’s better than the one you have now; that sick pun on carebears. INTENSIVE care bears. How could you?? KiddingILY!

Anyhow; to begin with the topic, I begin with problems of my own. My want of a boy who will amiably lend me his warmth in the form of a hug whenever I wish without groping for my tits. The ultimate satisfaction, no? Well my search for that kind of boy doesnt seem to be going very well, oh no. If  I had an ad in the paper, it’d simply say:

“Seeking a decent guy that can be compared to the likes of Chuck Bass.”

Followed by rows of love hearts and ZOMFGILCHUCKBASSBBQLOLZ.

Not that any guy like that will turn up unless it was the character Chuck Bass himself who I’d…

(:

Anyhow.

I was thinking through my love interests through life and I’ve noticed a pattern. They’re all of a rebel nature. Bad boys… waiting to be saved by some naive person like me, no? Or that’s how I see it. I’m quite attracted to “bad boys”. It’s a “bad thing”.

So there’s Mr D.Who has that lusty nature so similar to Chuck. And Mr S. Who has that charm so similar to Chuck. And Mr M. Who has the looks so similar to Chuck.

Such a shame though; I have yet to meet anyone with the financial positioning similar to Chuck.

Moving on. So my latest is Mr M who has a girlfriend; that fact well established. Though I feel he continues to pursue me; which puzzles my self righteous nature in the matter of relationships. That’s that.

Now, the second matter of today is to see unrequited love from the outsiderxinsider view.

2 friends of mine. One girl. One boy. Can anyone even fathom what happens?

Well, one sure falls for the other. Falls down hard. Poor poor ________.

I shall not even speak the gender of the roles; it’s that secret.

But basically, it’s bittersweet as they all say.

So I say.

Love is a bittersweet thing.

Better to let it alone till it hits you in the face, no?

LOVE YOU.

(:

~ by delaglace on April 20, 2009.