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Well, there's different types of love, aren't there? Of course I love my grandparents, my parents, sister and all of my uncles, aunts and cousins. It's a bit hard not to be swamped by it all in my family really. There's always someone around, and I do love them all to bits, even when they drive me mad. And believe me, living above the joke shop isn't always the best place to be for my sanity!
My friends are excellent and I love them all to bits. We've been through so much. Robert, I've known my whole life, and Cora and Matthew have been there every step of the way since I was eleven. I'm lucky to have them, especially given some of the stupid stuff I've got up to over the years.
I suppose it's the whole romantic love thing that does my head in. It does exist, I know it does... Cora's so certain of Robert, Mum and Dad... it's obviously there. B loody nauseating from the outside though! I don't know. Maybe it's not for me at all. Flint and I didn't work out back at school, and the whole relationship was squabble then sex, squabble then sex... I can't see the point. One day I just realised it wasn't worth it any more - there's more to life than that. It wasn't as if I needed him. It didn't stop him hurting me, though. Stupid as it sounds, it took a while to get over Flint. Not bad going for a relationship that was just sex!
I suppose I'm just not cut out for all this. I'm too difficult, too set in my ways, too independent, too .... something. I don't want some bloke running my life and telling me what to do. Yes, love exists. I see proof of it all the time. I just don't think it exists for me, and the frogs aren't worth it, neither is the heartache.
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