Call it jealousy, call it envy.
I get mad, seriously disappointed when I heard that one of my good friends have been cheating on her boyfriend.
They have been together for close to three years, and the thing is I have known the guy for probably longer than they have been together. I was his confidante. Until my friend stepped in.
Personally I have nothing against her. But it’s just that when the guy told me that he is still in love with her even after all that shit happened, I was asking myself, fuck… where did I go wrong? Why can’t I get someone like him?
The men I had bailed out on the relationship (and me… tsk…). We kind of gave up on whatever it was that we had at a drop of a coin. Neither of us wanted to work it out.
And now, I am wondering why.
I figured that I walked because I don’t want to be in a situation where I would risk being the one who would be hurting.
I know what hurt is. It ain’t pretty. Like that feeling I had when I found my fucked up ex in bed with another woman.
So from then onwards, I would prefer to walk away.
But when I heard about the whole shit, I was outraged. But being the control macho type, I waited for the two of them to call me. And then I gave them my ‘honest opinion’.
In a nutshell, I told the girl she is a slut tak tau dek untung, and I told the guy he is a dumb ass to be used that way.
Why? I told the girl that because I would kill to get someone like the guy, and I told the guy that because he is a dumb ass for not picking me.
Pick me! Pick me! DUMBASS!
Anyway… love is I figured, a strange thing. I have only been in love for two depressing times. So what do I know about it except that it sucks eh?