This is how the simplest things never are
I was an idealist when younger: full of optimism; unaware that life lacks a climactic scene - well none involving the defeat of the story's villain, nor any containing some young and buxom maiden fawning at you with her eyes. It's an important element of youth, that boldness and naivety, as it allows you to move onward without too many chains. You
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Sometimes I don't think I'll ever find someone who would love me; I keep falling (if not love, then that one step before it) for guys that are unattainable... sometimes that I even KNOW are unattainable. I keep making the mistake, too; I fall, I flirt, I get excited and can't wait for it to go a step further... and then not only does it not, everything comes crashing down and I find that I was completely misguided. I rethink my ability to read others, and understand them.
It sucks.
But I *still* do it. Over and over again; sometimes for the exact same guys, and I even justify "well it's different this time because X" etc. and, really, it's NOT different. It's exactly the same.
But it's better than not even trying, or so I'm told. So if you promise to keep trying, I'll do it too, even if I make more mistakes.
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