When somebody loves me, I assume something is wrong with them.  So I fight.  First, to show there is something  wrong with me, and she should stay away.  Second, to prove to me that something must be wrong with her, to put up with it all.  When, eventually, she leaves, I see that she is "normal" and has given up on me.  And I see that I am not, as I have been given up on.  And I engage myself in the business of heartbreak, all the while knowing that I didn't need to be heart broken/ to break somebody in the first place.

Today I decided 7 months was quite enough.