So, for a brief moment in time, I thought I had met the man I was going to marry. He was fabulous-- funny, sensitive, devoted, sexy, and best of all, he loved me as much as I loved him. This lasted all of one week. Then I moved. Since then, he has called me once. ONCE. This is the same man who told me that he wants me to move back to Florida and live with him. The same man who told me he wanted to marry me. Of course, it was insane. At least we had fun.
Goddamnit, I am such an idiot. Yet I still graduated with a 3.69, double honors, and completed an undergrauate thesis. Book smarts don't get one very far when it comes to love.
10:45 p.m. - Sunday, Dec. 26, 2004
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