On Love
I have this incredible urge to write about love, but I've lost my sense of serenity because it got interrupted.
I just watched You've Got Mail, and was in tears. I'm in love with love; I always have been. But- and maybe it will be enough to be considered art worthy- I'm scared. Who isn't? I'm scared that I'm not going to find him, or that it'll take forever. I have high standards. I dream big. There's no way to say any of this without being extremely cheesy. So, screw that. You'd better like cheese, because here comes an abundance of it.
I like to have fun. Who doesn't? All too often, I find that I can't say no. And that's why I end up dancing with strange boys (which is okay), kissing strange boys (which is, by normal standards, not at all okay), and dating boys for the sole reason that they are nice. This cheesy statement has turned into part of my romantic history. Just one major point of it, really: I've never kissed a boy that I was dating at the time, and when I did kiss someone, I wasn't dating him. Isn't that odd? How very curious, as Alice would say. How... very, very... curious.
Why I would enjoy having Peter's tongue down my throat while knowing that he is probably not "the one" is beyond me. These things take time. Ideally, before I started dating someone, there would be a strong attraction, not a lukewarm one. They've only been lukewarm so far. This person would be a dear, close friend. I am a firm believer that friendship is an integral part of a functional relationship. Complete comfort.
That's why the relationships in chick flicks work. They know so much about the other person. They know that they're meant to be, and can't be seperated, because they're completely and perfectly right for each other.
Gag me with a spoon, but it sends me head over heels and I love it.
I just watched You've Got Mail, and was in tears. I'm in love with love; I always have been. But- and maybe it will be enough to be considered art worthy- I'm scared. Who isn't? I'm scared that I'm not going to find him, or that it'll take forever. I have high standards. I dream big. There's no way to say any of this without being extremely cheesy. So, screw that. You'd better like cheese, because here comes an abundance of it.
I like to have fun. Who doesn't? All too often, I find that I can't say no. And that's why I end up dancing with strange boys (which is okay), kissing strange boys (which is, by normal standards, not at all okay), and dating boys for the sole reason that they are nice. This cheesy statement has turned into part of my romantic history. Just one major point of it, really: I've never kissed a boy that I was dating at the time, and when I did kiss someone, I wasn't dating him. Isn't that odd? How very curious, as Alice would say. How... very, very... curious.
Why I would enjoy having Peter's tongue down my throat while knowing that he is probably not "the one" is beyond me. These things take time. Ideally, before I started dating someone, there would be a strong attraction, not a lukewarm one. They've only been lukewarm so far. This person would be a dear, close friend. I am a firm believer that friendship is an integral part of a functional relationship. Complete comfort.
That's why the relationships in chick flicks work. They know so much about the other person. They know that they're meant to be, and can't be seperated, because they're completely and perfectly right for each other.
Gag me with a spoon, but it sends me head over heels and I love it.