None the less i have this idea in my head of the perfect person for me, and this past week i met someone who i would love to have a chance with. It was scary how perfectly me i felt with him. How much fun i had with him. How good i felt. It was exactly the way i could imagine my first love and i together. it was creepy and amazing. It brought back a pain in my hear that i havent felt in a long time. I remember now that i am incapable of ever getting what i really want.
this is me being selfish.
