It's safe to say that every good story has some love in it. And that's what mine had - well, so I thought. You know how these things go. The guy smiles and the hearts of girls flutter to the ceiling, but once they retrieve back to the ground we become disheartened, still lost in our allusion that love is at our fingertips. I don't think we really get it. We know better than to buy love, yet we bargain for it, as if Facebook friend requests and winking emoticons and dark flattery will get us anywhere. I learn by doing, but don't we all? Some things are better left not attempted. We should observe from the outer world before making a fool of our own selves.
So how does my story go? Like Nat King Cole sings, "It's almost like being in love." That's my lovable story. My life is almost like being in love. Dare I be any more different? I shan't. I can't.
I don't want to be.