Situationships Are Just One-Sided Fantasies

by Sofía Villafaña 

I wasn’t crazy, I was a romantic. Maybe it was all shits and giggles to him, but to me it was real. We were dating, we went on dates. He bought me things. He spent thousands on me, because he wanted to. I never asked, he always offered. He always offered to buy me cabs to fancy dates where I got to feel like a princess. Where’d he take me? Swift wasn’t like other guys I met, he took me places just to make sure I had fun or ate something. He held me in ways that made me feel special, he bought things he’d known I’d love and did. Swift had me feeling like a star, something precious that should be treasured, but refused to claim me. 

It was annoying because I never asked for this, the treatment and romancing. No one forced him to play the part of the boyfriend, and no one said he had to do it so well. When a man, or whatever Swift was, acts like a dream but refuses to give you the title, what he’s really saying is that you’re nothing more than a placeholder. The dates and the money, the gifts, all just distractions so I wouldn’t question his intentions. 

Two months wasn’t even that long, but I’ve heard stories of these things lasting for years, back and forth, nothing but confusion. I hate confusion, it feels like being on a boat in the most dangerous waters. Rocking and shifting in my mind with where we stood and where we were going. I don’t like not knowing things, especially when it pertains to my life and future. And when I fought for clarification he still left things ambiguous, it shattered everything. The image of us, the future I hoped for, the pretty picture of us I had framed in my mind. Swift is not a singer, he’s a master manipulator. 

Some time later, I had a two week thing. It only lasted two weeks because I realized that confusion was my first red flag. He also spent money on me, and took me on cute dates, King Julien. We painted together, saw our favorite horror films and I met his family. Still, he couldn’t give me a clear answer. 

Confusion is the answer. Because something that’s meant for you will not be confusing, it won’t be complicated. When someone really likes you, and wants to be with you, you’ll never be confused about the feelings they have for you, their intentions, or where the relationship stands. Sometimes people don’t want you, they want your company. 

I choose to write my own love stories now, and there’s no more villains because I cut them all out. I don’t like ambiguity, and if I see it I will have it surgically removed.