I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.
I’m thinking I would like to dance in the rain with this person. I would like to lie next to him in the dark and watch him breathe and watch him sleep and wonder what he’s dreaming about and not get an inferiority complex if the dreams aren’t about me.
I mean, like most guys, you carry around this girl in your head, who is exactly who you want her to be. The person you think you will love the most. And every girl you are with gets measured against this girl in your head.
It’s a total lie to say there’s only one person you’re going to be with for the rest of your life. If you’re lucky – and if you try really hard – there will always be more than one.
I’m told there’s no going back. So I’m choosing forward.
Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance – a frequaintance, as it were.
I mean, I think I am basically a cool girl, but I am also a pain in the ass.