it's scary and uncanny that after each relationship (or semblance of one), I find myself unconsciously assuming the characteristics of the last person who left me.

I am currently beginning to feel that being part of a sexual... "partnership" might be more favourable than actually committing anything more complicated/intanglible/breakable. sounds familiar?  it's not illogical: sex can hurt, but love can kill. and since pain is more lasting and gives me more of a high than I imagine death would, I will choose copulation over commitment.

but where does this leave the smitten other? what an unfortunate pickle to be in.