you really have no choice

You're so happy in one place at one time, and it goes on long enough for you to think that it could actually last.
And then one day it just stops, so abruptly that you don't have time to react, to know and fully understand everything.
And you think, shit. What do I do now?
And you search for answers. Why? Was it this, was it that?
And you just go crazy.
But look calm, because that's all you can do to save face.
And you desperately try to KNOW why this is happening, and you just don't.
And then you hate. Hate so bad you say the nastiest things.
And then you hurt. You stop searching, you just bow down and sob, hoping no one is looking.
And then you just become indifferent. So what? Who cares? Oh yeah?
And then the beautiful part. You wake up one morning and decide it's about time you make yourself happy.
And you do things that make you feel good.
You go ahead and dare yourself. And you get a high out of it.
You stop trying to fight the feeling, and that's the time you really don't give a damn about what others think.
Nothing else matters, really. Nothing else at all.

I asked my friend Jobee what I could do to stop liking someone.
She said: "Well, he really didn't have a choice but be liked by you."
Powerful words. And very true.