Okay, so everytime I think I've got things figured out, life seems to throw me another curveball. This time it's not so bad of a curveball, but it certainly makes me think of things. It makes me wonder how the very mysteries of life work.
I know of a couple who are the most perfect people I've ever met. They're the epitome of love. The epitome of the idea of high school sweethearts. They grew up together, and then fell in love, were together through high school and are still together now, four years later. These two people were voted Prom King and Queen of their class. They go dancing and he's not afraid to dance with all the girls. He sends her texts of little drawings he makes for her. Someday they're going to be married and make beautiful little babies.
I mean, these two people are perfect.
And while this makes me incredibly hopeful for the love in this world, at the same time it makes me wonder why I don't have all that. Is it because I'm not the perfect model like person she is? Is it because a girl like me, a girl who looks like me has a lot of trouble finding even one person that enjoys her presence, AND finds her attractive?
I don't know. I don't know what it is. But I am so utterly jealous of them.
And at the same time, I wish them the best of luck, because they're all I've got for hope now. They're the people I'm looking to for happy romantic stuff.
Alright. I'm out. Just...thought I'd write something on what I was thinking.