I get sick at the sight of mushy couples. Mushy, not cute couples okay, don't get me wrong :) Anyways, not because I envy them in any way, but because I've been in their shoes, for truly a long period of time. And through my fair share of relationships, I've learnt that things aren't always dandy and happy. I've never found the right guy because I'm picky and just plain fussy, I know. But in the end someone's gonna get hurt, and the impact is implicitly brutal.

I thought I had finally found the one when I first met you. Like you had swung in to save the day (or my life, it seems; at the time) and that you would finally end my misery. We were definitely one of those couples made of steel; at least that's what I thought. Like the saying "Love is blind" , you definitely blinded me. I loved you too much I became dependable and just downright vulnerable. And I absolutely HATE how I learnt this too early in life, 'cause my bony figure and weak mind simply cannot handle the pain.

Its nice to know that someone actually listened to you. That someone paid extra attention to you. That someone, finally cared about you. So I turned a blind eye towards all your mistakes because I loved you too much, that's where I went wrong. That I was in such a susceptible state I ignored the fact that you were incapable of change, 'till the point where you were poison, and I still couldn't see it; even when it hit me in the face. Everything started so gleefully I got too comfortable to leave.

Funny , how all this happened after I ultimately let my guards down and let someone in. Hah.