The universe is playing a cruel joke on me.
It offers me someone who listens, cuddles, kisses softly, tells me that I am beautiful, stays up late, texts me for no reason, offers to walk a mile across campus just to walk me home, laughs at the stupid things that I say, likes the same music I do, always wants to know what I think, and tells me that he wants to take it slow because he doesn’t want to fuck things up with me.
But it offers me all this while I am still in love with a selfish, childish, emotionally abusive asshole. And no matter how many nights I stay up with Mr. Perfect, I am still going to be in love.
This sucks balls.