Forcing myself to stop liking you. It’s not always the most enjoyable thing. But I begin to find faults. To open a crack in the perfect image I’ve drawn up of you. I tell myself. “No one’s perfect.” Start to find something wrong. Anything. Even the smallest detail.
And then it starts. I start to hate myself more and more for thinking like this. I start to dislike you. And it sucks. Feeling like this. Everything.
So let’s try this again.
But to be honest. I haven’t been able to feel strongly for anyone… So you might be nothing.