Bad Habit.
I’ve gotten into a pretty bad habit.
Scoffing at people who think they’re “in true love”.
Recite all the quotes and anecdotes you’d like about what “true love” is. Ignore the many bad qualities for the few good.
Mistake infatuation and attachment for love.
But don’t fucking patronize me by saying I’ll find a “love” as true as yours one day, like you’re a fucking expert on the matter.
This is one of the few times I actually prefer to be cold and analytical.
I hate sounding conceited, arrogant, pretentious and faux-omniscient, but I can see your impending heartbreak. I already know you’re gonna handle it in all the wrong ways, as well.
Just like I know I’m going to be alone for a long time.
But why add tart to such a “sweet union of souls”?
Live your lives, stay out of mine. That’s all I ask, really.
