Literary Piece: The Masochist

Originally written: November 15, 2009

This is not a love story—for only a masochist would love a narcissist. Reader, I will admit to you that I am a masochist. I am a masochist falling in love with a narcissist.

But I never meant to be a masochist. I never even meant to fall in love. All I ever wanted was happiness and a clear path to my life dreams. Falling in love was not in my list. And to be in love with him—a friend I have been avoiding, a boy whose life I could alter with my feelings!

Now I harbour my feelings, which I dare not call as “love”. I do not wish to call them as such because I’m consciously confused. Confusion mustn’t overpower my reason. This isn’t love!

If I fell in love, I must be sure that he won’t break my heart into infinite dust. Because I’ve been there before, and never will I want to go through the pain again.