i am not a normal girl.
after all, who tells the guy she likes—a guy who knows she likes him, and has told her they are just friends—”i would rather be brokenhearted over you than any other guy.”
oh that’s right. i did. because i’m crazy or something.
to be fair, we were drunk, which is always the best time for serious reflective conversations that neither of us would have when we were sober.
to be fair, i know something about him that he refuses to acknowledge in himself, and only self-reflection on his part will show him that i’m right.
to be fair, i thought i should be open and honest while i had the chance, because how often do you get a chance to change the future in an hour and not take it?
i know what i want my future to hold. i’m that much closer to getting what i want.
to be fair, he’s not going to know what hit him.
