a little dance party

A little more, a little less. A step forward, a step back. it feels like we're having a little dance party on our own. and in the end, all we will ever be is back to square one.

I find her a joke, i find that her words and actions do not tally at all. I find that she's such a irony, that she say one thing, mean another and do another. that's how you were too, such a match made in heaven. that is why i have little faith in you, i saw how heartless her words were, yet what she did was different. the similarity between the two of you is too great, that i cannot trust you just like how i cannot never take her words seriously.

when someone wants you back, they do everything possible to win you back. but little did they know, the more they do, the more the receiving party expects, or rather for me, to let the amount of efforts stay. I am not saying that to solve the problem, the one side should do lesser such that the end who's taking, for now will not expect as much. it is not that way, right? whatever efforts you put in now should stay, stay the way it is even after she took a step forward and nearer, back to how she was.
holding hands a little less tighter, no longer looking at her when she fell asleep, or just looking at her while she looks at you, not holding her when you sleep. not doing what you did, telling the world of this girl you love, right after you part ways, or at times she did not expect it, telling her what she mean to you, right after you say goodbye.
trivial matters like these matter, and the fact that it happened now right at the time when contact was made with the past, makes her think alot, alot.
if one cannot keep up with what you did, cannot not loosen the little things you do for her, then don't do that much from the start. are you prepared to put in this much efforts forever, are you?