I started the week wanting to be happy. Halfway through the week I thought I was falling in love too easily. Even though it was buying me nothing, getting me nowhere. Now? I’m giving up. I’m savoring the opportunity to find every girl I see to be beautiful in her way. Violins, Mr. Caulfield. Violins, man.
But I am not going to dive after them in a needy, emotional sense. I’ll admire them from afar. It’ll be healthier that way.
Who do I think I’m kidding?
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