You know, the kind who checks in when you’re sick. The kind who looks at you with that funny look (and not because you just said something really shocking but because you mesmerize them… or something to that effect).
Often wondered what that would be like. But I guess I have convinced myself that girls who write about such guys are lying their heads off. I mean like seriously. How could you be that great… to be able to get such a cliched “fairytale” response from your love interest? You’re just lying about it all. I know.
You can’t be that desirable. You can’t be that important for him to care about that much… to take time off to actually call and check on you when he knows perfectly well that you’re not gonna die.
So why do you lie? Just so you can be the heroine of yet another romantic tragedy, based on two star cross’d lovers, i bet. How self indulgent.
No comments:
Post a Comment