I’ve always been wrong
I found some of your old letters today. I sat on my bed and read through them all. Some were sort of funny, but I found myself wincing at the spelling and grammatical errors that I was all too willing to ignore in my younger days.
I winced, too, at my unrelenting idealism. My vision of how love would be.
Love isn’t like that at all, Christina. You don’t know this yet, but he’s in a relationship with someone else. You’ll never go down the aisle, just up the stairs. You don’t even really like him, you’re just distracted by his age and his eyes. You’ll go on to other complications, but not with him. And even though you can’t imagine it, your heart won’t mind saying good-bye so much.
4 years ago • Notes