July 2011
2 posts
I think about us a lot. About what we do if we met. Of course, I’ve thought about intimacy, but there’s so much more to it than that… things that are seemingly mundane but would, in all honesty, make my life complete. Would we go to his favourite burger joint and sit in the worn-out booths and laugh while drinking milkshakes? I don’t know if the booths are worn-out in...
I haven’t the slightest idea why he’s so evasive but it kills me inside. Am I not pretty enough? Funny enough? Do I not spend enough time learning about political matters that are important to him? I mean, I hardly know him — I shouldn’t feel like this. Everyone has dreamt of their perfect mate: what they would look like, act like, if they were ambitious, successful,...