It is kind of insulting to tell me I overthink things. I can’t really turn off my brain.
It’s probably better to tell me that I misunderstood what you just said or did, because how can I really overthink it?
I can think that your words mean more than you intend them to mean…but maybe you simply weren’t tactful enough.
Or maybe there are things that I want to hear so badly that I’ll misinterpret it.
Maybe I do overthink, overthink so that I feel better about everything.
I fail at relationships with the opposite sex. On the plus side, I prayed for answers and it seems pretty clear.
Clear cut, painfully so: give up on this one.
So that seems to be the way my life goes, destined for singlehood. Which means I really ought to give up the pursuit.
I tried to give it up, and then he just turned up in my life, with the words and actions that I overthought. A week can be a lifetime for a relationship.
Romeo and Juliet lived it.
Infatuation to its fullest.
With death and poison as its fruit.
It hurts so much and I wish I could turn off that part of the brain, but I had free time, and in the idle moment I was distracted by loneliness and his presence, and it was what I chose to spend my time on.
I should spend my time on better things.
There are so many better things to spend time on.
But I hate spending so much time alone.