"Love".

It's times like these that I feel like breaking down is the best thing to do.
I mean, I get to keep quiet, you get to keep quiet, and when I'm in this painful mood, you don't bother because you don't call, which makes it a perfect excuse for me to think you don't give a damn.

Do you ever notice the transition of lovers breaking apart? Fine maybe not lovers then, because lovers don't break apart. Let's see... couples would be more apt.

They say sweet nothings to each other, because they're nothing anyway (which you find out later on in the relationship), flaws become crystal clear, and fights about everything just surface out of nowhere. And of course, that sucky feeling of being unappreciated, un-cherished, unhappy, and everything Un-der.

Why? Simple. When the couple gets to know each other, they're basically mirroring their fantasy, Mr/Miss Right self which in reality doesn't exist. It's like promising you eternal bliss when we all know doomsday is inevitable, yet believing that promise. Pffft.

So why do we fall in "love"?
Because humans are so naturally stupid like that.
So how? Embrace that you're dumb, or pretend you're not dumb?

Because either ways, we're all so f*cked up like that.