Okay. I don't want to talk about anything. I read a stupidly long romance (no, not the Harlequin-esque) that was good and that also wrecked me, because now I'm sitting around pining for my One Great Romance and life doesn't work like that. I know that. Stupid romantic in me, would you just cease and desist already? Pragmatic cynic, o where art thou?
Instead of dwelling on how uselessly girly I feel, and how wistful I am about wanting to find that Soul Mate who will make my Happily Ever After (and I don't believe in happily-ever-afters, damn it) possible, I will instead go do something else.
I'm kind of terrified I'll screw up any meaningful relationship in my life because I'll expect the dramatic fireworks and epic romance sold to me by the media (and fanfiction, shit) and, well, life really doesn't work like that.
Still, if I had a choice, I would like a Zack Fair, please. (Edit: one who doesn't die.)
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