Date rants
Like I have said before, Life is all about Pineapples.
( okay I have never said it before but I am saying it now, so deal with it)
Will I do it?
I don't know.
Let me take you back around 10 days ago when I kinda decided that my boring life needed a partner in crime. A Prince charming, a Romeo, if you will. And Then...Lo and behold, in a three-wheeled chariot they arrived and wooed this little demon with coffee and subway.
I mean come on, who doesn't like coffee and subway. But I got queasy, I don't like people spending money on me, right? So I did what I do best with ppl who show the littlest amount of concern for me...I fell.
And God, did I fall. It was some grade A Shakespearean shit. Now we are at a point where I was getting cold feet. My first kiss was like epic, I loved it, the way they just held me and I could go to town with the number of times and hours we've spent kissing.
But even so, When everything seems fine, everything has an expiry date, doesn't it?
This thing more so applies to my love life I guess. Or rather my generalized idea of it. My emotions have an expiry date. An expiry date of 2 weeks, which is kinda close right now. Even as I type this for you to read, by the time you'd have read this epic rant about this gorgeous person, My feelings for them will have died. Its Ritualistic suicide tbh.
( You'll come to know soon enough why I refer to myself as a demon)
So, The question that now comes is, what the heck is this demon supposed to do? Promises of a lifetime, especially in this world last for not more than 6 months, and in a world like this, is it okay for me to just do it and leave? I mean I haven't been such a major influence on this person that they cry if I leave, I mean its only been 2 weeks, right?
I dont know what I wanna do right now.
Anyway, This brings us to the end of the rant.
Thanks for reading I guess.
Until next time
Goodbye :)
Will I do it?
I don't know.
Let me take you back around 10 days ago when I kinda decided that my boring life needed a partner in crime. A Prince charming, a Romeo, if you will. And Then...Lo and behold, in a three-wheeled chariot they arrived and wooed this little demon with coffee and subway.
And God, did I fall. It was some grade A Shakespearean shit. Now we are at a point where I was getting cold feet. My first kiss was like epic, I loved it, the way they just held me and I could go to town with the number of times and hours we've spent kissing.
But even so, When everything seems fine, everything has an expiry date, doesn't it?
This thing more so applies to my love life I guess. Or rather my generalized idea of it. My emotions have an expiry date. An expiry date of 2 weeks, which is kinda close right now. Even as I type this for you to read, by the time you'd have read this epic rant about this gorgeous person, My feelings for them will have died. Its Ritualistic suicide tbh.
I dont know what I wanna do right now.
Anyway, This brings us to the end of the rant.
Thanks for reading I guess.
Until next time
Goodbye :)