Life goes on. Get over it. You're still young. It'll get better. Blah, Blah, Blah

When distractions are manifold, it's best to remember what you are supposed to be doing.

I'm not in love with you.

dissonance, n. Nights when I need to sleep and you can't. Days when I want to talk to you and you won't. Hours when every noise you make interferes with my silence. Weeks when there is a buzzing in the air, and we both pretend we don't here it.

If there wasn't a word for it, would we realize our masochism as much?

Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

Even if you were green and had a beard and a male appendage between your legs. Even if your eyebrows were orange and you had a mole covering your entire cheek and a nose that poked me in the eye every time I kissed you. Even if you weighed seven hundred pounds and had hair the size of a Doberman under your arms. Even then, I would love you.