Mark Cadao

I love you.

Voice

It’s just so unacceptable that I talk so much, but at the same time, I stay quiet.

I’m done with this. It’s time I stop trying to get along with everyone and start being honest.

I’ve fallen in love with you. And it breaks my heart that I can’t be with you.

Please, I just want you to give me that chance. It’s selfish and mean of me to say it, but get over your ex-boyfriend. Move on. Just move on and start loving again. I truly and honestly don’t even care if you move on to someone who’s not even me. I just want you to move on.

Fall in love with someone else. Break my heart if you do, but I don’t care. I really… I don’t care. My heart’s already crumbling because it’s been over a year since you two broke up and you won’t let go of him and move on.

Please. Just move on.

Michael

Point in my life

At what point in my life will I actually find a guy who likes me for me? I’m so sick and tired and sad about all my experiences with these guys that I’m just done done done.

The situation is either they like me and I don’t like them or I like them and they don’t like me. I’m over all this shit.

I don’t want it anymore. Any of it.

Promiscuity

I’ve come to realize that the reason why I become so promiscuous is because someone broke my heart. I felt it with Skyler and now I’m feeling it with Michael.

One of the most prevalent reasons why I sleep around with other guys is because of the power trip that comes with the territory. I have the need to show to myself that I can have sex and not get attached. I have control.

The drift

I always feel like this. Everything was going so well and then something happens and I don’t even know what it is, but then you stop showing any interest. This has happened to me before and I’ve learned to convince myself that this has nothing to do with me. I’ve fooled myself in believing that I’m okay and everything will be better in the end. If this happens again with you, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m going to go insane trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me. Please, I can’t do this. I want to be sane and normal and happy. Please. Save me. Please.

Platonic

We agreed to keep our relationship platonic and you know that I’ve been compromised because I have feelings for you that is not on a platonic level. So keeping us platonic kind of depends on you more than it does on me.

And I wish you weren’t so nice so that you can just break my heart out and leave me heartbroken. But at least if you leave me heartbroken, I can start my recovery instead of continuously wondering of the what if’s.

Yours truly,

Mark

Ginny Weasley

You know her as the only female Weasley. You know her as the girl who had the crush on Harry Potter. You know her as the girl who dated so many boys. You know her as the girl who truly only loved Harry Potter.

I was just thinking about her trials and how hard she tries to act cool around him when they first meet and afterwards and I can’t help but sympathize with her. She wants to be romantically linked with him but, at the same time, Harry Potter just doesn’t see her as someone he can be with.

And so, Hermione brilliantly suggests to Ginny that she should start dating other boys to calm her nerves around Harry. It didn’t take long for Harry to notice a change in Ginny and he begins to re-evaluate his feelings for her and come to the conclusion that he loves her as more than a friend.

I commend her for taking that risk. She only had eyes for Harry and the aspect of dating other boys is a double-edged sword. It could make the boy you actually like look at you differently or it could be just the catalyst he needs to move on with his life.

I want to take this risk. He only sees me as a friend, but I cannot. The last time we slept together, he asked me if this confuses me. And it didn’t. That sleepover doesn’t mean we’re going to be together; I know that. My head knows that. My heart? It wants to accept it, but it won’t. It’s holding on to something that isn’t there. Not anyways, and maybe not ever.

I need to move on. I need to see other guys and see what’s on the other side. If I can’t fully stop loving him, then I need to put a brake on it and get on with my life.