Wednesday, August 25, 2010

For S, who can't wait.

For the most part, we know right from wrong. Some things, though, are in-between. We love and un-love. We know there are lines that should not be crossed. We know we shouldn't, but we do. We disobey. And we know it's wrong. We get hurt, we come clean, we regret and learn.
Sometimes, we cross a line, without really crossing it. Like we plant a fantasy in someone's mind. We make them imagine. We imagine. We do it to those we know we'll never be with. We let these fools imagine that we'd actually consider loving them. We become the objects of their affection or their fantasies. Or they do it to us. Make us want them. It's a game that everyone plays. Everyone likes being wanted, being thought of. When we can't be desired by someone we desire, we settle for someone else. We get interested in those that really don't interest us. We get our fix.
But if you play with fire, you will get burned. Feigning affection is playing with fire. Letting yourself love the wrong person, is playing with fire.

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