Dec 07, 2005 19:29
You know, when I first meet someone I usually do genuinely mean to fall in love with them. Even when I know immediately that's not what's happening realistically I withhold suspicion for as long as I can because I like to think romantically and I like to believe in magic and I love butterflies and rainbows and unicorn vomit
So I'm not a devil or a whore I'm just an idealist. And just because I don't love you right now doesn't mean I never loved you. I was SO in love with the abstract idea of perfection that I pinned your beautiful face on. That was lovely. I loved this idea of you as much as I ever loved any real person. And I'd be sad to have lost it except I already have a new idea to be in love with. And oh your face is beautiful. But so is his... and his... and his... and maybe He has something you don't. How will I ever know if I don't investigate? And if someone has something meaningful besides their pretty face I promise not to stray. I do, I really do. It just never seems to happen that way.
I can't write because everything I have ever wanted to say Fiona Apple already said.