I am such a romantic.
Really. I am.
I'm the kind of person who can watch grass grow and think about the wonders of love and all the motions it's taken me through.
I don't know.
Maybe I'm one of those people who believes love always comes out on top.
But then again, I'm not sure I do.
Because I'm so in love.
But I know for a fact there's no happy ending coming out of this one.
I wish there was, but he sorta made it clear. He did. The universe did.
I don't know who did...but it's clear.
So what does that mean?
That I'm so very deeply in love.
And nothing is changing that.
Love is a wonderful thing.
And I love that I love the person that I'm in love with because I can't imagine being in love with anyone else.
I love him. And I have for a while.
It's weird saying that I'm in love.
It feels very.....lame.