No me hable’ de amor, no ‘tamo en eso.
I’ve always wondered what falling in love most feel like. I just don’t believe in it, you know? Fully loving somebody. We all aim for it, we all want it; but I don’t think its real. It’s like boiling water: You put the water in the pan and its all pretty, then the little bubbles start and then the water is going out of the pot and you can’t put it back because its gone.
Commitment issues suck, not that I have that many. It just seems as if falling in lust with the wrong person is easier and better than trying.