I demoted my 10 to an 8 last night.
That might not sound too profound, because 8 is still pretty fucking high. And since all my crushes are pathological, does it really matter how much their intensity fluctuates? (Eight is still very pathological.)
It matters to me if only because it was accompanied by a realization: I've always said that I loved him because he laughed at all my corny jokes—and hard. But I realized, as thrilled as I am to have such a receptive audience, someone who made me laugh that hard would be even better.
Still, I'm glad to be creating a vast distance between us and surrounding myself with beautiful accents that will hopefully keep me adequately distracted.
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