Say nothing, and I'll give you everything

Just like how I had to avoid bacon, after having had too much of it for the past couple of weeks, and just like how I was told to minimize listening to Boys II Men songs because I was showing signs of the love-song-effect syndrome, it seems like Jason has finally had enough of my constant whining and has decided to move on with life without me. Either 'too much' is just not enough or 'too much' has just become way too much.

So I may have mentioned several unnecessary and absurd little things to him. Although he insisted that he knows the value of pi, that its 3.1416, I chose not to listen and repeated the information to him over and over again anyways. I may have also accused him of stealing my bags of dairy milk, even though one night he hesitantly whispered he is lactose-intolerant. And I may have claimed to love the colour green when I actually prefer the shades of the cornflakes. And I may have praised him: that his hair looks magnificently glossy in the light, without really meaning it, just because I wanted him to compliment me. And it may seem like I have told him way too many things, when I have in fact kept all the good stuffs to myself. And it may seem like I loved him too much; although in reality, I never really loved him at all.

You say 'I love you' on your first date and you're suddenly considered desperate. You willingly share your feelings to the world, leaving you with an inadequate level of mystery, and everyone will think you're just an easy prize. And hence, they will put you last on their list.
At one point in our lives, when the smell of blood and the beauty of victory determine the game, we all yearn for things we can't have. We fancy those who are taken. We all play hard-to-get.

When I told Jason 'I may be falling for him', just like how Eric once told me that he wants me in his future, like a little kid who suddenly discovers that his favourite toy could actually talk, he runs away from it. Because once a mind starts to speak, the heart is always next. And once the fantasy of the unknown slips past our fingers, we eventually realize that there's no point holding on to the magic anymore. Once you get your answers, once doubt escapes the room, that's pretty much life's way of asking you to let go.