So, here's the story I've been raving on about :P

I'll try to take less than a year to finish this, yeah?

Yeah.

"There's something in my head,

Somewhere in the back said,

'We were just a good thing,

We were such a good thing'

Make it go away

Without a word

But promise me you'll stay

And fix these things I've heard

Make it go away."

-The Killers Midnight Show

There are some things in this world that are better left alone. Take love, for an example. Love is a twisted net of lies that loll in wait for you to fall into, just so the beast can leave the moment its thirst was quenched. Who in the hell invented love anyway?

Yes, it's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. But why let yourself go through the agony of losing the one thing you held onto? I'd rather have gone through life like a robot than have gone through what I had gone through.

Funny, she called me a robot when she thought I couldn't hear.

But, you probably don't have any idea what I'm talking about. You probably are shaking your head and wondering where this is going. I'd like to tell you where this is going, and I'd like to tell you straight up. But, I always get sidetracked, so you'll have to bear with me. She always teased me about it, but I'm not stopping anytime soon.

You see, I have this problem. It's a pathetic problem, and you'll all probably laugh at me when I say it. You see, my problem is love. Not love in general, but I'm in love with a girl. The problem isn't that I'm in love; it's the person I'm in love with.

She doesn't love me back.

And I've been so used to them loving me back, that it's strange not feeling her respond the same way I do. If anything, she's the complete opposite of me.

She hates me.

And I don't want her to. But, at the same time, I want her to. You see my damn problem now? She's not good enough for me, but I want her to be.

Talk about internal conflict.

But no matter. Once I can get that fool to stop falling for her sister, I should be okay. You don't have a clue what I'm talking about, do you? Of course you don't, what am I saying? I always get ahead of myself when it comes to her; my pulse speeds up, my breath comes short, and I'm positively sure that I-

I just want this problem to go away. I keep hearing everything she's ever said about me, and it's driving me crazy. How is it that I can over analyze everything she's ever done around me, but I'm positive she's barely given me a second thought?

If only. Yes, if only. The story of my life. We would be perfect together, if only. She would love me too, if only. I wouldn't have to be going through this, if only-

Yes, it's best to rewind. Let me show you how I was before I met the infamous Elizabeth Marie Bennett.

I know, I know, dreadfully short. It's just his muses.