Can someone really be afraid of falling in love?
I could understand why people would be afraid of it. For a long time I looked at people who were in love, or who loved each other, but kept seeing how for most of them, in the end, it never works out. Deceit, complete sorrow, being depressed, it looks to me like a drinking binge. You have fun for about six hours and the rest is an indeterminable time of pain. >_> To this day I still don’t fancy it, and am always afraid of what will happen later, based on what I saw with so many other people. But my boyfriend always goes, yeah we’ll probably break up some day, you’ll take all my stuff and money for child support and I’ll call you a bitch and you’ll call me an asshole and we’ll curse each other until our deaths, but for now how about just enjoying what is genuinely true? Is he right or not lol? Makes sense, but still. But, I can totally appreciate his messed up sense of humour, so maybe it’s not all that bad. But I suppose once you feel that way, there’s not much you can do about it-or r
