Love
"I love you, Stan."
"I love you too, Wendy."
"Stan, I'm leaving you."
"Wendy, it's off."
"I made a mistake, Stan. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too, Wendy."
It was a routine that was very difficult to break and it happened every month. Their friends were bored of it and had all vowed to never stay with someone as long as Stan and Wendy had, as evidently it led to this stomach churning display of boredom and love.
Wendy had problems with sticking to one person. Not that she was a whore, God no. She just worried that she'd let the right man pass her by. In the end she'd always return to her dark haired, sensitive man, but that didn't mean he was right for her. Sure, she thought it was love, but how does a teenager know that for sure?
Stan on the other hand had… well, he was an attractive guy and girls and boys alike often took a liking to him. He'd never cheat on his feminist girlfriend, mainly because he liked his balls attached to his body, but he liked to take breaks and give these other people a try. In the end he'd always return to his pretty, brown eyed girl, but that didn't mean she was right for him. Sure, he thought it was love, but how does a teenager know that for sure?
It worked for them, anyway. It caused tears and fallouts and drama, but in the end, they'd always get back together, and that's just how it was, and it would never change.
It's a shame I have to watch, knowing all this yet still feeling how I feel, but love never was easy.