So as much as it hurts me to say this… I know I’m going to have to be the bearer of terrible news. I’m going to have to breakup with you. I have to do it for my future, and for my sanity. Netflix, you may be good – but you’re not good enough for me.
Now I realized that I’ll never regret following my heart. Now I see just how important it was to fall. I got up, and it really doesn’t matter that it took me this long or made me change my dreams of NYC, because it got me to here. It wasn’t somewhere I needed to go; it was always inside of me.
Still I always wonder and the thought forever lingers – what if?What if I chose me? What if I chose the lights, the dreams, and the 25cent ramen I may be forced to eat? Where would I be now? Who would I be now?
Oh well. Destiny brought you to that dimly lit bar and I’m sure I’ll see you through the smoky air again. We’re, like, totally meant to be. I have a cat, and you drive a jaguar… It’s obviously written in the stars.
This weekend we had nothing to worry about except whether the pizza would be there upon arrival, or whether we’d get enough unlimited mimosas. We were carefree and just satisfied with each other’s company.