Something That I (Don't) Want

There are two kinds of pain.
The first kind of pain is the pain of wanting something you don't have.
The second kind is the pain of having something you don't want.

Having experienced both, I must say that the second one is a lot worse.

I spent most of my teenage life either trapped in a twisted love triangle (where I'm the third person) or longing for someone who doesn't even know I exist. Yes. My love life was pathetic from the start. But I never knew that it could be even more pathetic once I "found someone" who actually reciprocates my feeling. Or not. I don't even know what kind of feeling that was.

But what if the man you love turns out to be not like the man you thought he was? You end up "having something you don't want." What do people do with things they don't want? They get rid of them.

You wish it was that easy. It's not, though, and it's late. That man you don't want is wanting you. You are left with two choices: having something you don't want for the rest of your life, or getting rid of that one person who really really wants you and thus becoming the subject who inflicts the first kind of pain.

There are two kinds of lover.
Those who compromise.
And those who wait for their own knight in shining armor.