You are so small from here.
If there is any activity to be suggested to a girl who occasionally collapses at random because she's suppressing her sadness about loving a boy who'd sooner jab himself in the eye with a blunt #2 golf pencil than fall in love with her, it's writing out one of those cliche lists of things she wants to and likely will do. Realizing that you have/have had/will have an incredible life shortly after waking up to an exponentially growing number of clues that [he's] so not what [he says he is] at all (thanks, Bikini Kill). It's empowering in a way that transcends any sense of cosmic revenge or spite or trying to prove something. It's just that...
There you were trying to carve out a little life for the two of you when you had all of infinity inside yourself the whole time.
There you were trying to carve out a little life for the two of you when you had all of infinity inside yourself the whole time.