He loved sonnets

This is one of my favourite quotes. I think it explains so much about human behavior, and can be pretty much applied to any situation.

It's sad, that this is how people are.

They show you they love you, but sometimes that's too much. Yes, too much. They do something so often that it's obvious that they aren't doing it to show affection, they're doing it because they enjoy it, or they are doing it for their own image.

I've dealt with this before. I'm going to tell you a very long story, in a very short way.

Let's call him G (Not his initial)

G told me he loved me. So many times. He told me he thought the world of me, too often. He told me our bond was irreplaceable, on numerous occasions, to the point these just became words. Words that could be poetically drafted into a pretty flow of a sonnet, but just words either way.

When someone says something over and over again, they are often trying to do one of two things:

1. Convince you of something
2. Convince themselves of something

Now I am not so sure what his intentions ever were. Whether he truly felt those things for me, or whether he was trying convince himself he did.

Or actually, none of the above.

G was selfish, and cared greatly about looking good and getting to the top.

And this was why I think he said the things he did. To look nice.

He didn't love me (or maybe he did)

He loved having someone, being comfortable, having a laugh. And that's why he used me, because he could.

But he didn't love me (or did he?)

Because if he loved me, he wouldn't have hurt me

He loved sonnets



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