"you're being difficult"

When you fall in love.. I guess nobody ever does mean to fall in love. But it happens, and love brands itself on your brain. It’s like a new street appearing overnight in the city you’ve lived in your whole life. The street is one way — you can’t turn around and get off it — and it curves up ahead so that you can only see far enough to know that you are veering into the unknown.

I guess you can say that I wanted something else, something different, something more. But then again, you can also say that I don't really know what I'm talking about. I might have wanted passion or romance perhaps, maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms or holding hands while walking along the beach watching the sunset. It's really hard to tell when I change my feelings/decision/needs more than ten times a day. One day I could have wanted a smile from you or maybe a text from him, a 95% on a chemistry test or the highest grade in my socials studies class, a sprinkled doughnut instead of an apple fritter, or perhaps something as simple as not being second best.