i know my blogs keep going back and forth, sort of stuck on the same vague idea, but if i'm going to be honest - that's exactly how my brain is working (minus the vague-ness, everything's very specific in my head).
this time...i blame Letters to Juliet. thank you for having a theme that was so pertinent to my life.
in a nutshell: "if it really is love, don't let it get away. don't wait until you're old and grey to do something about it. but its never too late." etc, etc, etc...you get the point...
but in real life, the boy of your dreams doesn't scale a building to reach you on a balcony and profess that he is "truly, madly, deeply, and passionately" in love with you.
he doesn't have a perfect life where he can travel the world as he so chooses.
he's not flawless.
he's not quite so...unattached.
in real life, he's attached to things like a freaking bug in a spider web.
he has imperfections.
he's not always where he should be at the ring of a bell.
he tells you he loves you but there's so much "ish" in the way that it constantly feels like he's just out of your grasp, and it would take a miracle of all miracles to change the path that its taking.
here's praying for a little beaten trail off to the side of that path.
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