I realized today that I do not believe love exists in the way I’ve always hoped. People don’t step into your life and love you with all your faults and quirks forever. They always leave or forget. And you can analyze why you aren’t loved anymore as much as you want but…it just happens. People want to believe in something that lasts forever. I think some people may actually find it. But for most of us…we are not the exception. We are the rule.
I would like to believe that someday I’ll wake up next to someone who adores me. But I also wish I had the ability to fly. Wanting doesn’t make it possible or real.
AND at UT. This makes me want to move back to Maryville, because at least I’ll have a roommate that I love.