I wonder if I will be just as enchanted the next time I meet someone I fancy or if you’re just a 21 year-old anomaly.
I wonder what it would be like to never have met you and to never have let my mind or my eyes rest on you.
I wonder how it’ll feel when I feel absolutely nothing for you.
I’m headed there and I’m glad, but also, oh how saddening. To spend a year and a half being a complete mindless bloody retard over someone who at the VERY most…considers me…what? A small bump in the road? Someone you have to awkwardly greet in the grocery store just to be polite? Shoot me now, oh my Lord.
