I'm in love and I'm happy. Never make the mistake of thinking I am not happy.
It's just that occasionally, I'm wistful. I would love for my first to be my last, to have a high school sweetheart and be happy for all eternity but I get sad at that thought too. It's like that HIMYM episode where you hear two ways of saying "Aw, Marshall and Lily have only slept with each ither." It's cute but it's also a little sad. Is that it? Do I have to give up being happy and in love to experience what someone else's skin feels like?
I believe in monogamy. It's ok to love more than one person and even at the same time but you don't express that to more than one person at a time. It's not fair on the heart any other way.
So I daydream every once in a while about the guys at school. And sometimes the girls. And of course, the odd teacher. I don't know why but my brain just jumped straight to Mrs. Kumar. I have NEVER thought about her like that o.O
But yes, sometimes I look at the people I know and wonder what they would feel like, how we would work, if they would make me happy. Sometimes I wonder if I'm missing out by falling so hard for someone so young. I would give up anything for my partner but would it be worth it?
Brought to you by my Android from the bathtub, where most of my epiphanies occur.
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