Curiosity Killed Alice

When Alice was falling down the rabbit hole, she wasn't really thinking about the fall entirely. She thought about the marmalade on the shelf, her cat, Dina, and then she'd occasionally wonder how far she'd fallen. In the midst of her wandering thoughts, she completely forgot about how hard she would hit the ground, soo when she finally hit rock bottom, it hurt like Hell. That's kinda the same concept as me and Ben: it's not the process of falling in love that hurts, it's the abrupt end that hurts the most. And I don't mean the end as in a break up (i mean, we were never going out). What I mean is that the real pain sets in when you're officially infatuated with someone. People say that death of a loved one is the worse pain that one will ever experience, but I feel that being in love is a close second. Sometimes I wonder: what the Hell was Alice doing following a white rabbit anyway? Meaning, what am I doing being so curious about Ben friggen Rondy?! BTW: Sunday I cried all night...and it hurt so bad But try to understand I'm under the weather since no one else belongs here with me....