I don’t understand the language of these modern relationships.
I don’t understand committment-phobia
You want to be with someone, you are
I don’t understand confusion
You like me or you don’t
Where was I when the world abolished simple, straightforward desicions?
I don’t understand space
If you want to be with me, you don’t go shooting off into space
I don’t understand abuse
You DO NOT hurt someone you claim to care for. Period.
I don’t understand playing the field
Each person is so complex, so spectacular, where’s the delight in sampling a little from everything and really making a feast of nothing?
I don’t understand ‘good friends with the ex-‘
Maybe I never will.