When I say I want a love like Jack and Rose, I don’t mean I want a tragic love story. I mean I want the kind of love Rose had for Jack, a love that would make me forget my own selfishness.
Because let’s face it, if I was in Rose’s position, I would’ve gotten inside the lifeboat and saved myself.
But then again, I’ve never been in love.
I can only take so much lies and you’re way past your quota. You know what hurts the most? Knowing I wasn’t worth the truth.
You make me confused. You make me confused all the time.
It sucks having to avoid you. But you know what sucks even more? That you don’t even seem to care.
I’m scared of how much I like you. It’s why I’ve been avoiding you, why I stopped replying to your texts, why I keep avoiding your looks. I’ve never liked anyone as much as I like you now. It scary how you affect me.
I hate how you affect me physically. I hate the stomach aches and the sweaty palms. I hate how my heart beats faster when you’re around. I hate it.