I want longer hair and thinner limbs, a more devout heart, a more articulate tongue, a less crowded mind. I want peace, I want clarity, I want direction. I want to be needed without being needy. I want to be loveable without being smothering sticky-sweet. I want to find a happy medium. I want to make myself and everyone else happy, even though I know that’s not always possible, I’ll never stop trying because that’s just who I am.
I just realized I kept bugging you about taking me to prom while having a girlfriend, and you completely denied having one. Prom was in June. Your anniversary was a week ago. It’s still May. LOL. Gotcha. Not that it matters, I just found it funny.
