Loving Shits

There's a situation when describing it would be like deciphering Mayan tribe's crazy puzzle - you only see the figures and shapes and you don't have any fucken idea where and when and how it's going to end up, and you don't have the slightest thought of whom it would be solved with, and whose shitty idea is this to create this puzzle in the first place.

It's like staring into the blank night canvas where distant stars look graspable when in reality, the only way to measure the distance is by the light years. That's how far it is. We are only tiny speck of dust in a super massive universe, where the puzzles that lie in, are more greater than the Mayans had left for us to ponder. 

Mayans and the stars gazing aside, Loving Shits is far more greater piece of trivia among other shitty riddles to debunk. I define Loving Shits as shithole-y situation where you got stuck in between being a friend or edge an inch further to breach the friend-lover line. You can't say you love him, but you can't deny that you don't think about him either. It's all about to keep everything calm and composed and restraining self not to go overboard because you don't want to ruin the friendship but at the same time, you would love to test the water and go overboard. And once you went overboard, the regrets start to flush in and out. All of a sudden, you feel like a crap because you just gone beyond the line, and you couldn't take it back, and he didn't reply your text back.

He didn't fucking reply your text back! Imagine the anxiousness - it is far more suffocating than stuck in elevator full with fart gas. 

I can tell you that the struggle is real. Over a cup of tea, you start to console yourself that you can get pass through these shits, that in two or three days time, you will forget him and life would regulate to its normal state again. 

This is all Loving Shits in its bare nature. 

Loving Shits is shittiest form of love ever exist. Because three minutes later, he replied back to your text, complete with a sexy voice note, and a bouquet of roses emoticon in between.

Loving Shits now back to square one.



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