You have spent months trying and trying to get him out of your head. You spend hours each day trying to reason with your emotions. You’re hopelessly attracted to him — something about him just keeps you coming back for more.
You have a million and one reasons why you and him wouldn’t work, shouldn’t work, couldn’t work. You listen to all of your friends who don’t know him like you know him. Their advice literally means nothing and sooner escapes your ear than it entered. There is some truth to taking advice from your friends who aren’t blinded by his charm — maybe you’re not supposed to fall for him.
You’re finally okay from months of his moodiness, his charm, his stupidity, his carelessness. This is your time to finally stand on your own two feet and actually come up for air for the first time in what seems like forever. But what is the fun of being on solid ground if you’re not being swept off your feet from time to time? Why must you always need to be standing still? What’s wrong with swaying — as long as it’s in his arms? You question yourself repeatedly, oh, the questions are endless. This insanity consumes you. You cannot keep going for him again and again and expect a different result each time. Heartbreak—that is the only constant in your little sick experiment. You must realize that he may be sweet at midnight but he will never have your heart at noon.