Now, I've always been a commitment guy. And, not just some guy who falls into a relationship and feels too complacent, too comfortable, too lazy to introspect and see if long-term is what he's really after. No, commitment means something to me and so much more.
But, with that said, the heart wants what it wants. The spark that lights the fire in your gut is never under your mind's control. I would never do anything to hurt my other half, but, some things cannot be helped. I hate to have to air out my dirty laundry in such a way, but, I need this weight lifted off my shoulders.
I have a secret girlfriend.
Her name is Ellen Wong. We're in imaginary love in our imaginary affair. Shelly already knows.
We met the other night when she was having her heart ripped out by Scott Pilgrim. You know, if it weren't for the way he treated her . . . if it weren't for how empathetic I felt at that moment . . . this might have never happened. I mean, if you saw this girl left heartbroken in a record store by Michael Cera . . . wouldn't you do something?