Nice people always choose the wrong person to date because nice people always try to see the good in the wrong people, even if there’s nothing there or almost nothing to see. They believe in them and give them chances— second chances, third chances, it doesn’t matter, they give them chances others wouldn’t have. Because they’re nice enough to do that. And it’s sad that they get hurt in return. But I do, I do believe that there’s no right or wrong person to date. They are what they make of themselves and what you make of them.

Let me ask you. Why do you still make your bed even if you know that you’ll sleep on it again? Why do you still inhale when you’re going to have to exhale again? Why do you still get into the water if you’re going to have to get out of it? Or why read a book or listen to a song if it’s just going to end? What is the point to it all? That’s the funny thing. You see, the point is to create one. The point of life is to make something out of it. And have we? It’s weird because the only time we’re ever going to answer that is when we die.

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How do I love? Love materializes in various levels to various kinds. But I’m going to answer this in the most relevant way. I love and I doubt that I love. I love but I will question myself if I really do every second of everyday. In the process, maybe I will never love you for sure or with certainty, but this is the only way I can make sure I’m a hundred percent into whatever I’m getting myself a part of. I love, and contrary to ideal girls, I love and overthink. Would I still love you after ten days? Ten months? A decade? Would you give me something more to love every day or would our love be as transient as the day? I love but love myself a little more. I like to be in control of my emotions. I do not give my all. I look out for myself. I love and I’m selfish. If you think you’re not up for that or for the everyday drama, if you can’t handle the overthinking or the complexity, then you can’t love the all of me as I cannot love the all of you. ‘Tis the reason why I have never loved somebody.

Do you know what I’m really good at? Screwing things over and messing up. But it’s these little circumstances and flaws that lead to good things: people who love and understand you in spite of it.