Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Author's Note: They aren't linked. They don't always make sense. They simply are. So let them be. Sometimes they will be connected to something else, part of a larger picture, and then I'll let you know. Some of them are from him to her, others from her to him. Which? Your call.
Comprehensive
Some days I just don't get it.
Hell, there's my ego getting in the way again.
Okay. Let's try this one more time.
I don't get it. I never have. I don't expect I ever will.
I know I shouldn't. I know, already; stop screaming at me.
In spite of everything, though, I still do.
You know, you treat me like hell. Even when you treat me like a goddess. Because even when you're running hot, I know, give it an hour, and you'll be back to the cold-hearted asshole you've always been. You're so indecisive.
And I hate it. I hate the way hurt me. I hate the way you kiss me. I hate the way you call me a mudblooded whore. I hate the way you call me your Angel. I hate the way you laugh at me. I hate the way you mock me. I hate the way you hold me in your arms and swear you'll never let me go. I hate the way you always do. I hate the way you can never decide whether you love or hate me.
But most of all, I hate the way I can never decide whether I love or hate you.
I saw you again today. And it was worse than last time. You didn't even look at me. Didn't even acknowledge me. I'd prefer the usual verbal assault to that. But you never said a word just walked right on by as if I were nothing. Am I nothing? Some days it sure as hell feels like it.
I wish I could say it was over. I wish I could say that I'm through with your awful game. I wish I had the strength to walk away. But you know what they say. I'm a damned know-it-all. I have to understand everything. And I can't leave until I understand this.
Right now, I don't get it. I never have. I don't expect I ever will.
Somehow, that's okay.