You act like everything is fine. You tell yourself you don’t need them; that you’re fine with out them. You put up this front to everyone. You say that you’re happy, but everyone can see right through that. You’re broken but you won’t admit it. You’re in denial. You can’t accept the fact that you were hurt, so you don’t. You act like it was nothing. You act like it doesn’t phase you. You hold back all the pain, all the sadness, all those tears, until you can’t any longer….. and that’s when you finally break down. 

I’m way too corny. I tend to send irritating good morning and good night messages, even if we were just on the phone or just saw each other. I will actually try to make you smile and laugh. I’ll even make it a point to compliment you nearly every time I see you. I’ll be a dick and hold the door open for you, even though I know you’re independent enough to open it for yourself. We’ll fight over who will pay sometimes, but I won’t let you because that’s how I was raised. Don’t date me because I might actually be interested in you as a person. I might even get you flowers randomly- especially when it’s inconvenient for you. I’ll totally go out of my way to spend as much time with you as I possible can. And lastly, I’ll do every little thing I possibly can to make you happy.

I mean, who actually wants any of those things?

I don’t need to rely on someone else to be happy. I have my life together. I have a good job. I’m financially secure. I am doing well in school. I really am happy. I don’t need anyone to mess that up. I worked really hard to get where I am right now. Right now, I just have to focus on one thing: myself. My education, my job, my health, my life. I don’t need to be in a relationship or fall in love to be happy.