"One of the things I've discovered about human nature - as masochistic as it may be - is that we often like to suffer.
Sometimes you just want to hang on to the hurt.
Not because hurting is fun - unless you truly are a masochist - but because hurting is easy.
It's easy to wallow in pain; it's cushioned and comfortable and warm and familiar.
Plus, it's easier to just succumb and cry, than to fight and think of reasons not to.
And not to mention, when you hurt, you feel alive.
So you keep hanging on to that feeling, no matter how horrifying it is.
Because as much as you’d hate to admit, you feel safer feeling that way rather than knowing the truth.
You’re holding on to the way he makes you feel simply because it feels right.
Heck, it only ever feels right if he’s the one. And maybe, just maybe you’re living in denial.
You’re constantly running away from the truth, because sometimes - or in this case, most of the time - the truth scares you.
So you keep running; further and further away from reality until you get so caught up in your own flight of the imagination.
Then one day, “bam!” something hits you so hard, smacks you right in the face and you’re forced to wake up to the bitter and tragic reality which we call life.
So you get up, try to pick the pieces up and UHU superglue it together.
However if you happen to see him, you’ll pretend as if everything’s okay and that you want absolutely nothing to do with him.
Because you know that at one point, you’d just have to let go. Let everything go.
But even so, deep down inside you know you’ll never stop believing that someday he’ll come back for you.
Because only with that teeny bit of hope, can you carry on with life - or at least that’s what you tell yourself.
That’s just how you are; a foolish and very stubborn girl who fell in love with the terribly wrong person.
It was wrong from the start, yet nothing has ever felt so right."
