Sitting at home alone, listening to Butterflies by Alicia Keys and reading short stories about the exploration of ones emotions has lead me to question the reality of such an idealistic view of love and whether it is possible to find a partner for life with such high expectations.
HA. Never would i have thought I'd even talk about love in such a way. I guess I can officially call myself a product of society. I should just crawl back up that imaginary runway i slid off and once again immerse myself in superficial nothings in an attempt to refill that void in my soul.