Perhaps the best way to know a person is to get involved in a fast passionate relationship with them. You’ll get lost in the frenzy that you’re willing to think this isn’t just a normal fling, but then you’re just lying to yourself.
This is exactly what I did this summer, and I came to realize that it was just short intimate relationship. To be more accurate, it was just a rendez-vous type of fling. The time when we were grinding and kissing on his bed, the time we held hands in the MTR, the moment we kissed under the rain… all but desperate cries for a meaningless and confusing fling. I have came to first encounter with what magazines call: a summer fling.
Most guys think they are never the betrayer, most likely to be the faithful; never the player, always the fair; never hurt a girl’s feelings, always the gentleman. Why don’t they ask what majority girls think of them, perhaps they can go through some attitude or behavioural adjustments. It’s the impression guys give that make up what girls think. Call us shallow and think ill of males, but we’re just as observant when it comes to guys checking girls out. C’mon we may say stupid things, obsess with material possessions, choose to cozy up with a hot guy but we’re not daff when it comes to judging what a guy may be like in a relationship.
Hypocritical lovers are, in short, liars.
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I’m living a lie
And it’s not the best thing for me
But anyone and everyone is gonna hear another story
I’m building a house
Of murderous intention
To keep it all from coming down
I’ve gotta focus my attention
’cause confidence is key
When violating trust
I’m making sure that I believe
I’m doing what I must
I’m irrelevant
And I’m living down in the shit
I follow these pigs around
But I never get used to it
’cause they keep building and building
Their feculant franchise
I wish I could see this filth
From someone else’s eyes
’cause ignorance was bliss
But now I must adjust
These animals, they operate
On jealousy and lust
I’m taking back what was lost
