Someone once told me love isn’t perfect – or predictable.
There’s a difference between preferring books to parties and preferring sixteen cats to seeing the light of day.
Why does everyone think a girl who prefers books to people must be in want of a life?
But things work out, you know? Even if it doesn’t feel okay for a long time, or even if it feels lke things will never be okay again, everything works out in the end.
But while you’re sitting around pining and waiting and wondering and hoping that this perfect love happens, lots of guys and lots of dates and lots of kisses are passing you by.