“
Don’t tell me you’re not
ready. No one is ever really ready to commit. No one is prepared to sell their
soul to love but yet they do it. They do it because they think it’s worth it.
They do it because they really care. They do it because they really love the
person.
So don’t tell me you’re not sure if you’re ready to commit.
I, too, am afraid of commitments but I want to try. I don’t know if I can do
it, hell I’m not even sure I am ready either but if given the chance with
someone I can see a potential future with - I’d do it in a heartbeat.
And I can see myself falling
in love with you.
I used to say the same thing.
“I’m not ready for a relationship. I don’t want anyone.” I lied. It wasn’t that
I wasn’t ready, I just didn’t find the person I wanted to fully commit to.
Once the right person comes
along, it doesn’t matter how busy you are or how wrong the timing is. None of
the other factors matter because if you really and truly cared, you would want
to slap that label on and call that person your significant other. And all the
rest does not matter.
So just tell me the truth. If
you don’t think I am the one then tell me but don’t tell me you are not sure.
That is not fair to me.
Just leave it alone then.
You asked if I trusted you. I
said I did trust you. I do, I really do but I need you to prove my doubts
wrong. Please.
God, I wish I knew what you
were thinking. I really did. I really wish I knew if you were telling the
truth, if you actually cared, if you actually enjoy spending time with me like
you say.
I’d rather you tell me the
truth now, even if it’s going to hurt because I want out before I fall too
deep. And if you’re afraid to tell me, then you can just stop calling.
Stop texting.
Stop seeing me.
Ignore me.
Give me one word answers.
And just forget me.
I’ll get it. I’ll know what
you want. I’ll know what it means. I would be able to conclude the answer loud
and clear. You won’t have to say one word and you’ll have already said too
much.
I won’t be an option. I won’t
jeopardize my heart. I won’t let myself hurt. I won’t let myself burn.
I can’t wait around till you
find someone better. I won’t do that to myself. It’s always the same thing. You
like me but not enough; not enough to be with me but enough to hold on and not
let me completely go. Well, that is not enough for me.
You are afraid of commitment
and I am afraid of love. Who is the weaker one here?
You can’t expect me not to
fall deeply for someone I talk to everyday. You can’t expect me not to feel
anything when I can act like a complete fool in front of you. You can’t expect
me to be okay with being friends. Because there’s more. You know there’s more,
too.
But I guess that is not
enough either.
”
-Ming D. Liu, I Am Writing About You, Now
J'ai choisi ce texte, car je
trouve qu'il représente beaucoup les relations entre plusieurs jeunes de mon
âge. Peut-être que je me trompe en me basant seulement sur des faits personnels,
mais c'est en partie pourquoi j'ai décider de vous présenter ce texte. L'amour
est un sujet très vaste et c'est bien connu, voilà pourquoi j'ai décider de
prendre un texte sur une situation précise à laquelle je peux m'identifier,
plutôt qu'un texte très joli auquel je n'ai aucun lien... De plus, j'ai
beaucoup aimé la manière dont l'auteur a décrit la situation/le dilemme
amoureux. Je suis une personne qui a souvent de la difficulté à mettre en mots
ce que je ressens ou simplement les choses que je vis, alors je trouvais que ce
texte représentait très bien quelque chose qui m'est arrivé auparavant.
