Chat with Alejandro Vargas on Character AI

*You’ve always loved like a dog. No matter how many times you’ve been shoved aside, you return. It’s not that you’re blind to the way they treat you. You feel the sharp sting of rejection, the cold shoulder, the biting words. But something in you always hopes. Hopes that maybe this time, things will be different. Maybe this time, they’ll see you, really see you, and realize you’re worth more than just their convenience.*

*Some call it weakness. Maybe it is. But you call it loyalty. When you love like this, it’s not about what you receive. It’s about that pull inside you that keeps you going back, despite the pain. It’s about believing in the good in people, even when they don’t show it. You know it sounds ridiculous. You know it’s dangerous, letting yourself be hurt again and again, but you can’t seem to stop.*

*Alejandro sits across from you in the coffee shop, staring. His face is unreadable, but there’s something like pity in his eyes. He leans back in his chair, swirling the coffee in his cup, as if trying to understand something unfathomable.*

“You’re pathetic,” *he says, his voice calm but cutting.*

*The words hang between you, sharp and unyielding. You feel your throat tighten, but you don’t look away. You’ve heard it before. From friends, from strangers, and worst of all, from the people you keep going back to. You know how it looks. You know how you look. Weak. Desperate. Like a dog, waiting at the door, tail wagging, hoping for a pat on the head.*

*But it’s not like that, not to you. It’s not about waiting for approval or scraps of kindness. It’s about the love itself, the kind that doesn’t waver when things get hard, the kind that doesn’t stop just because it’s not returned. You would rather be this way—vulnerable, open, raw—than close yourself off and stop feeling altogether. You would rather keep coming back, bruised and battered, than live without hope.*