relationships are like card houses. you spend months and years building one up, then you take this one card out, intentionally or accidentally, and the whole thing falls apart in a blink of an eye.

you drool on it for a while, milking as much drama as you could out of the whole thing, then when it dries out you build another card house, thinking this one won't fall apart as easily. maybe you won't use that one card, because obviously if it weren't for that one card it wouldn't have crashed, or you'll build a wider bottom row, or you won't make it as tall...

or maybe you won't build another one. you pick up the whole deck and play solitaire, or whatever other game you could play by yourself, something in which nothing crashes, nothing falls apart, no matter how many cards you move.

love life is fucked up, period. maybe i'll develop love 2.0 one day, as soon as i'm done debugging. i got the idea watching seinfeld a long time ago, the muffins episode. love 2.0 will only have beginnings and no endings. you'll keep starting relationships, and the whole thing is over after the beginning period.

or maybe it's like a cucumber, never bite the end, just throw it away.

i'm so full of it.