Is it strange that I imagine my perfect match and constantly talk to him?
Cause, I kinda do.
I mean, I’m not nuts. I’m just lonely.
I am terribly tired of wishing for that cool guy to show up. I’ve just sort of, at some point, moved on to the talking part without him actually there.
Covers face with hand…
Now I’ve said that out loud I feel really dorky.
Maybe I should just keep this stuff to myself.
Swipes secret under lumpy rug.