Women. How troublesome.
Playing mind games with us, making us say things that should stay unsaid, making us feel things that should never, ever be felt.
For one thing, just when you think you've got them figured out, they change on you. Like when she told me she loved him. But then, she didn't. I was sure of it. Not after all she had said to me.
They're also stubborn. Sure, they'll broadcast your deepest, darkest secrets for everyone to hear. But when it comes to a simple question on their part, like 'who do you like?', they'll take the answer with them to the grave. They'll leave you to suffocate in the mystery. If you were the kind of person to care, that is.
And they think they're always right. Like their every decision is undeniably infallible, simply because they made it. You'll never, ever hear a woman say 'I'm sorry.'
Like the night I said those things that I should've kept silent, the night I couldn't stop feeling those things I should have never, ever felt. Women are so troublesome, what would I want to do with her anyway? What could have possessed me to say such a foolish thing?
…and what possibly made me, of all people, shed those tears when I heard her reply?
Women. How…how troublesome…