Loveletter #2 from the Antisocial Inggitera
To the Boy Toy who may be the root cause of my appetite loss:
I hate you. I hope you realize that when I say that, I actually mean the opposite. This feels like a rollercoaster ride. Why do you do this? Don’t bother answering that. It was simply rhetorical. I know that you don’t do this on purpose. You’re simply acting upon what you see and what you see is me being my usual indistinct self. So, forgive me if I’m clouting your vision with words that I know, in the end, will mean nothing at all. You know, the funny thing is, you’re just about as vague as I am. What do you know? I guess we probably are meant to be. That was a joke. Laugh.
Actually, the truth is, I’m the one with the problem and I’m sorry for taking my frustrations out on you. I recently found out that I am an ambivalent love addict, a torch bearer to be exact. And as absurd as that may seem, it’s true. So, but what does that mean, right? It means that what I’m feeling may or may not be brought on by the addiction, and it would be a gamble for both my well-being and your emotions to find out whether it is or it isn’t…
I’m willing to take the risk. Are you?
Ambiguous as always,
D.