I don’t know when it happens. Or how it happens…
Whether you catch a glance in their eyes, and see straight into their soul; Something in their voice touches your heart… or their very presence makes your heart skip a beat;
Next thing you know, it hits you like a ton of bricks. You fall head over heels in love with them. Everything about them is magical. You can never get tired of talking to them, you want to know everything. You want to totally unravel the mystery of them…
It is such a crock of bullshit. It’s all a fucking illusion we create in our heads. They’re just as screwed up as we’ve been all along… but that useless organ we like to call “our hearts” made them into something more.
Next comes “Mr. (or Miss) Wonderful” into their lives. You then hear it in their voices. They have this “lilt” when they talk about them. You see them look at said “wonderful” person, the way they used to look at you. You then question yourself, and wonder what this person has that you don’t.
What do you do when the time comes when this person choses “Mr./Miss Wonderful” over you? Do you rant, and cry, and try to hold on to something that is no longer yours, in a death grip?
Or do you let common sense and rationalization override emotion and raw selfishness and let this person you “loved” so much go off to find happiness… hoping that cold logic can drown out the sound of your heart shattering?
My answer is simple. I don’t have time for bullshit games like “love”.
I have a war to finish…
And Goliath is out there waiting for me to come and play.