I don't know if any one of you has ever taken the time to ponder what it is that attracts someone to someone else. Have you ever thought to yourselves, "How do people get together in the first place?" And, oh my goodness, just HOW does it last nowadays? How?

Does anyone have admirers? Relentless little buggers with seemingly nothing better to do than look up at you with pleading eyes and hesitant smiles. Reaching out with open arms for your love, your time, your panties. I hate them. Hahaha. That is, not panties. Admirers.

I am conceited. I am a devil in dark skin, dark hair, dark eyes, and an even darker mind. An awful little monster with an eye for anguish and an ear for misery. Like a black cobra poised and ready to strike the throats of those who lean in too close for an unwelcome kiss. Somehow, this is like a magnet.

Who in their right mind can love someone so heartless, so menacing, so... tempting.

Which is exactly what I've done. It was only a matter of time, of course. We're so similar and we get along so well... Except when the circle spins out of control.

It's been going on for more than a year now. This wonderful and terrible circle of ours. We're friends, we're BEST friends, we're almost in love, and then sweet young love turns sour. It rots us from the inside out, causing us to bare our fangs and our claws, making us fight to the death. And then we stop talking. And then we miss each other... We start calling each other again. It starts gradually, an awkward friendship. Two people ignoring the fact that they're so attracted to the other. And then things progress into mumbling sweet nothings deep into the night. And here we are.

What to do, what to do.

But the admirers won't go away, no matter how often I spit acid into their faces.

What to do, what to do.

And heres the lovely cherry on top of this beastly sundae:

My parents approve of anyone other than the one I have feelings for.

In other words, they nearly despise the poor bastard.

What to do, what to do?