Drug Of Choice.

There's this guy that someone knows that I know. He has this ex-girlfriend. They keep in touch. Whenever she breaks up/gets dumped/ is hati patah, she goes running back to him, and crying and shizz. Assuming that the ex-couple broke up in the first place due to her faults and she dumped him, you would think 'LOSER b****'.

but think about it. the whole situation overall. apply this situation in global standards.

The real loser is the dude who keeps taking her back. Because he's a wimp ass dude who can't keep his heart proper. People like this are the epitome of guys you marry but don't love. Because they're SAFE . Because they will always be there to give you comfort when you need it, but you know deep down you don't like him, or you just have stronger feelings for other people. And they're not just friends, because by running to him, you are bloody playing with his feelings. And by playing with his feelings, that makes YOU a loser b****. And by playing with his feelings, you are secretly, and dangerously, although unconciously, breaking Other People's hearts.

And even when those Other People's hearts are trying to be happy for him, because that's what they want him to be, and they just want the best for him, they will never think that you are good enough for him (and you won't be). And deeeeeeeeeeeep deeeeeeeeeeep down, they will be humiliated, fooled, broken, angry, and weeping sad sad tears over what gave them the tiniest mite of hope in the first place. And you will just be a mean mean person.

But the most intriguing part is WHYY whyyyy does the dude keep taking her back? Time and time again, he sets himself up for heartbreak even though he's been there, done that. Because there are certain people that we always run back to.

Because they are our drug of choice. We're addicted to the feeling of being needed and loved. It gives us a high like no other to be their rock of support and source of comfort. Because then and only then, do you feel wanted and it gives you again that miserable little wench called hope.

But at the same time, you're miserable because you hate putting your every emotion on him, being so dependent on his happiness, and putting him first. Because you KNOW it won't work out. Not while you're a rebound dude. But you still do it because you're addicted to the feeling of being near him, of being needed by him, of being wanted by him, or just being acknowledged by him.

I need intervention.