“I just find it funny.” He says softly but his tone is bitter. “Really funny.”
“What’s funny?” I ask him.
He doesnt look at me, not even a glance. “No matter how long you’ve tried to get over him, here you are always going back.”
I stay silent, I know he’s right.
“Its pathetic. Whats so good about this guy that he has you fallen to your knees at his mercy? Whats so good about him that a strong girl like you can’t even resist.” His voice rises.
I laugh a bit, because it is actually funny. “That’s the thing about him though, there’s nothing special about him, nothing extra. But he’s different from the rest, and thats enough for me.”
— maybe i wasnt made for you // excerpts from a book I’ll never write # 7// (via stuck-in-laughter)