You, My Dear, were a rather good illusion.

Is a man a fool for cheating on you or are you a fool for trusting him?!

I’m not in love with you. It’s just a word, and besides, I don’t trust love. As far as I’m concerned, it’s an abstraction, a promise that too many people fail to keep. I’ve seen love reduced to a point of contention between two people who didn’t care enough to make it work. I’ve seen love slowly dissolve a person into a fragile shadow of who they once were. I’ve seen love destroy where it was supposed to build. I don’t want to be in love with you, because I don’t want that to happen to me.

I’m not in love with you. I wouldn’t know how to be in love with you even if I were. I’ve spent my whole life learning to stand, however tentatively, on my own two feet. I’m proud of the fiercely independent person I’ve become, of the way I’ve proven time and time again the strength of my own willpower. Relying on you, needing you, loving you — that would be a betrayal of the girl I fought to be. I don’t want to be in love with you, because I want to be complete on my own.

I’m not in love with you. It’s too soon for that, and I’m not the kind of person who rushes into things. I take risks only when I calculate them. I make tough decisions only when I consider every option and imagine every consequence. I don’t want to be in love with you, because I didn’t plan it and I can’t explain it and every neuron and axon in my rational brain refuses to accept it. I’m not in love with you.

So what if all those sappy love songs have suddenly started making sense? So what if I catch myself wanting to hear every minute detail of your banal day-to-day existence? So what if the only thing that makes me happier than spending the night with you is waking up next to you in the morning? I’m not in love with you. I’m not.

You say you’re in love with me, and that it’s different, that it’s real. But one of these days you’re bound to change your mind, and I’ll be fine, because I’m not in love with you. You can’t hurt me, because I’m not in love with you.

Maybe if I say it enough, it’ll be true.

I’m not in love with you. 

I used to think alone was the only way to be lonely, 

then you fell asleep beside me. 

-Jessica Katoff

You are kind of a douche bag at times. I just thought you should know. 

You believe there has got to be good men out there. You have faith and you hope and you meet men and you try. But it turns out the same and you begin to wondering why it keeps happening to you. You hear the stories, but for you they never come true. What about you attracts men who only end up hurting and deceiving you? It makes you feel like may be it is time to give up, but you are a dreamer and never can, so you are destined to many more nights of tears and wondering why.