It's really funny how sometimes a young boy starts feeling protective, possessive and gets attached so soon to this new toy he bought a second ago! It's as if right from the moment he laid his eyes on it he wanted is badly. Not getting it suffocated him to death, now that he owns it he doesn't like anyone touching it, he'll take care of it just like a mother takes care of her new born. He wants to eat, breathe, live, sleep toy 24*7. And then one fine day he'll discard it with a feeling as if he never owned it! He wouldn't even like to see it now. He doesn't care whether that toy is covered with dust, or even exists in his house somewhere!
Well now, I won't hold them responsible for I think such a nature is inborn in guys. I don't blame them but the girls, who like toys end up being emotional fools! The girls who turn out to be nothing less than that discarded toy which once gave them pleasure, and they played with gusto and now it lies somewhere unknown, unseen. It's really silly how we (girls) never realize that he's the same young boy in a habit of discarding his once burning desires in bins. He is the same guy who seems to be full of feelings but in reality is feeling less. He knows not what he wants and won't ever learn to respect what he gets. That love, attraction, addiction is short lived. Nothing is ever mutual its either giving or taking. It’s always like the who gives is the one whose at receiving end! Guys are heartless creatures, they won't ever understand how it feels to love a girl, how she needs to be loved, respected and wanted. It's strange how inhumane a human can get. And I today, swear- That each and every word I wrote is something more than just mere reality every girl is familiar with. I feel like that same disowned toy he played with and exploited with the only difference being that I had feelings and I was living, he mattered to me but it didn't to a toy. I ended up being a game he played with so perfectly and tactfully not once did I realize where I was heading where this so called love-bluff was leading me. I am the perfect example of what you call is an emotional fool, blind and an ever lasting patient of the disease called love or a game which ever sounds appropriate. The disease which has got absolutely no cure and I’ll never get rid off- it’s the one I’ll have to die with.
