The truth is, I just don’t think we were meant to be. No wait…that’s not true, because truthfully in that sense I don’t believe that any two people are “meant” to be together. There are way too many people in this world for just one woman and one man (or two women, or two men) to be the perfect fit for each other realistically. Especially, combined with the fact that people change, the person you are today is not going to be the same person twenty or thirty years from now; which means that the person who is right for you now won’t be the same twenty or thirty years from now.
This begs the question, is monogamy a joke? That answer depends on the definition of monogamy. If it means one woman for the rest of your life, then I would say most certainly yes! However, if it simply means one woman at a time, then okay, sign me up. This definition is much more manageable. I might not love the idea of it, but it’s something I can accomplish, and if while we are together we just happen to stay together for the rest of our lives then cool; but to have to make a life-long commitment with three billion other possibilities out there before I can enter a bar without having to show my I.D. seems extremely immature and I won’t…no I can’t do it. I refuse to have any part of it.
Besides, I’m still young. There are plenty of women I would like to meet and get to know. I’m not ready to get married; therefore, I’m definitely not ready to act like I am.
Yes, I said I love you, but I’m beginning to understand that we have two completely different definitions of what that love is. When I say I love you, I mean I deeply care about you. I care about your physical safety. I would gladly hurt myself if it kept you safe. I care about your feelings, which is why it took so long and was so hard for me to finally tell you this. I do care about you, which is also why I haven’t slept with any other chick I may have happened to meet, no matter how much I would have liked to.
But when you say love, you mean all that sappy romantic stuff you see in movies or hear in songs. That kind of love isn’t real. So you’re automatically setting yourself up for disappointment. That kind of love only exists in your mind and fairytales, and I’m sorry but I’m tired of playing pretend. The sooner you get that through your head the happier you’ll be. And I truly do wish for you to be happy. Goodbye.
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