Weird pleasures
âThereâs a weird pleasure in loving someone who doesnât love you back.â
Sometimes i just realize in a flash of objectivity something i donât like. I keep laying my desire and affection on people i barely know, but that look lovable. Thatâs not something i choose, but it does make everyday a little less painful. That extra little spark of hope is something you shouldnât abuse when you donât have it, but one deals with loneliness how one can.Â











