Just rambles I suppose..
It may not even be about the boy.
In fact, I know it's not...
It's the excitement.
Something new.
No Baggage.
Freedom to be whoever I want.
Free..
How do you know if you are lost in your dreams?
Blind & even resentful to what's in front of you because it isn't exactly how you want it to be?
I am a cursed perfectionist.
I fear I will never be content or happy.
I have an incredible capacity to enjoy things.
Yet, I constantly feel heartbroken..
It was better when there were no other options..
Too many options reduce our capacity to be happy with what we have..
