"You are so good at words, you leave guys hanging, wanting more. You keep me interested. Some girls, they burn to the sky, making them visible to the world. They know exactly when to do it, and how do it. They have fire in them. But you, you're a tease. You're that spark of flame, lost or by luck, that appeal to me so little, so secretive, but so powerful, so much to discover. You carry a wonderful journey. You only need my attention to grow you into a much bigger fire."
I didn't believe you when you told me I am such a mystery to you. I am well aware that I am not an open book. I don't normally open up to strangers, but to you I feel like I've stripped my soul naked. You literally know everything about me. I've always wondered what remains a mystery to you. You said it's because I often send mixed signals. I am too much of a tease to be completely honest.
"You're like the moon. You have these cycles you go through. It's not that you're unpredictable, you just have different versions of yourself. You can get really lazy and you ignore me for days. You can get lonely and you open up to me about everything. You can get bored and you're all about games and fun. You can get really nice, and think you can save the world. That is your mystery. That keeps me interested. You're like a riddle I cannot fucking solve."
I didn't believe you when you told me I was contagious. To keep up with me, you constantly read between the lines. And that keeps you distracted from entertaining other girls.
"You keep me distracted. You're like a video game composed of levels and missions to accomplish before you reach the flag. But like a novice to a master, it takes training. It takes time. It takes a whole lot of risks and challenges. It demands my expertise and experience. And to get that exactly, I have to keep playing the game. As I pass each level, my character grows too, a little bit stronger, a little bit of an expert. You're worked hard for, and once won over, you're like a trophy that stays with me... forever. And it's not just because I can't stop playing the game, I also can't bring myself to play anything else."
I didn't believe you when you said I don't know how to care. Because I do. In fact, I care too much. I didn't realize the reason why is also the reason because.
"You care. You actually care too much. You care too much that you constantly pull a double edged blade towards you so the other party wouldn't get stabbed. You care too much that you put so much effort in it. In the process, you injure your hand. You hurt yourself. That isn't the right way. The right way is to drop the knife. That way, you also save yourself."
I didn't believe you when you said I have a strong personality. I always perceived myself weak because I care too much, and I make a big deal out of everything. But you said that I just justified your point.
"Everyone has their two sides. The good and the bad. Some people focus too much on the good side, they disregard their dark side. But you embrace it, you welcome it. That's why you know how to confrol it. You know shit from fake shit. You understand the balance of everything. You know how to countermeasure. You know how to handle whatever comes your way. You are strong not because all you have are strengths. You are strong because you choose to be good, though you know exactly what you're capable of doing. You know both your sides, so tendency is you can also determine other people's, like mine. I can fuck up and have you not look down on me. You absorb that bad energy. I don't know where it goes, if you exhale it someplace else or your bury it along yours. No matter the case, that's what makes you strong. You inspire the best of me."
And like everything else I didn't believe, I also didn't believe you when you told me you're done with me.
"The problem is, you just don't believe me."
Well I do, I do now.
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