Why should it make a fool of me?
Go. Right now. And rent De-Lovely. Amazing movie with an amazing soundtrack. A little slow at times, but otherwise excellent.
So my sister went to go be in a movie today...a John Berardo film. She went to film it at Patrick's house and I spent a good twenty minutes telling her to be nice and to not repeat whatever she's heard me say to my mom, which I guess isn't actually all that much since she seemed a bit confused. And then I sent her off with Kendall, planning on going back to sleep but I couldn't. I worried, not about what she would say, but if he would say anything. Stupid and paranoid, I know. Now I realize how ridiculous I was being, but at 10 o'clock this morning with not much sleep, I was actually worried. But hey, I guess my sister has returned to hero-worshipping Patrick. Which will be freakin' fantastic. Before, it was cute. Now it will be annoying. Whatever.
I dont' want to sound lame, but what the hell. I want someone to kiss at New Year's. I want someone to hold me during a movie. I want someone to kiss me ever so softly, whispering how beautiful I am. I want someone to say they love me. God, it's so hard to give the idea of love up once you've tasted it. It would be like someone handing you Godiva chocolate, letting you only take one bite, and then never having it again. Yes, I'm comparing love to good chocolate. And that's what it is. Damn good chocolate.
And this time, I think I'd be a bit more careful. The first time is always the hardest. You fall harder the first time, and faster, and it's so much harder to walk away from. But I still want love. I want love more than I want anything else in the world. Because I think I'm ready for it this time. I've changed so much since the first time. I think I'm honestly ready to fall in love.
Let's just hope this time it doesn't make a fool of me.
By the way, according to Sex and the City, it takes half the time you dated a person to get over them. Which means I did a very good job. Fell exactly in 3-3 1/2 months. Woot.
"What is this thing called love? This funny thing called love? Just who can solve it's mystery? Why should it make a fool of me?"
xoxo
Katie
So my sister went to go be in a movie today...a John Berardo film. She went to film it at Patrick's house and I spent a good twenty minutes telling her to be nice and to not repeat whatever she's heard me say to my mom, which I guess isn't actually all that much since she seemed a bit confused. And then I sent her off with Kendall, planning on going back to sleep but I couldn't. I worried, not about what she would say, but if he would say anything. Stupid and paranoid, I know. Now I realize how ridiculous I was being, but at 10 o'clock this morning with not much sleep, I was actually worried. But hey, I guess my sister has returned to hero-worshipping Patrick. Which will be freakin' fantastic. Before, it was cute. Now it will be annoying. Whatever.
I dont' want to sound lame, but what the hell. I want someone to kiss at New Year's. I want someone to hold me during a movie. I want someone to kiss me ever so softly, whispering how beautiful I am. I want someone to say they love me. God, it's so hard to give the idea of love up once you've tasted it. It would be like someone handing you Godiva chocolate, letting you only take one bite, and then never having it again. Yes, I'm comparing love to good chocolate. And that's what it is. Damn good chocolate.
And this time, I think I'd be a bit more careful. The first time is always the hardest. You fall harder the first time, and faster, and it's so much harder to walk away from. But I still want love. I want love more than I want anything else in the world. Because I think I'm ready for it this time. I've changed so much since the first time. I think I'm honestly ready to fall in love.
Let's just hope this time it doesn't make a fool of me.
By the way, according to Sex and the City, it takes half the time you dated a person to get over them. Which means I did a very good job. Fell exactly in 3-3 1/2 months. Woot.
"What is this thing called love? This funny thing called love? Just who can solve it's mystery? Why should it make a fool of me?"
xoxo
Katie