20 people

Right. I totally slaughtered my comments link with my last template change, so...no more of that.

I was contemplating creating a new blog, one that would have taken some research in order to locate, in which I would have congratulated the reader on having accomplished such a feat, and, as a reward, have held nothing back.

Then I thought, what the hell.

Topics to cover, at some point of this blogger's lifespan:
-chivalry
-20 people
-aim
-grades
-switch
-dating

Let's do 20 people, tonight.

I'm obviously not going to finish, and I probably won't get anywhere past two. But, screw you for caring.

Oh, and when I continue, I'm probably going to cheat and repeat some people the way Rashelle did. =P

Numero Uno: First off, I am sorry. It never occurred to me that you might end up like this. I'm not going to say anything more just yet, because I don't know what you're feeling and I don't want to come off as arrogant and making assumptions even though I guess I know half of it. Or maybe more. Or less. You tell me.

Numero Dos: I promised this time would be different, and I lie true to my word. It is different, mostly because I don't feel as infatuated as I did three months ago. I denied that I was ever in love with you, but I can say it now. I'm not head over heels in love anymore. I don't know whether or not I'm over you, though. There's still something every time I look at you, but it's not painful. It stopped being painful long ago, to be honest. We haven't talked in a long time, and I think that--in my mind, I've created this image of you that you couldn't actually fit. I want you to be someone that you aren't. Maybe I'm in love with my memories of you, and not the real, present you. Maybe I'm in love with who I imagine you could be, instead of who you are.

Maybe I actually am over you, and I'm just keeping a thread because you're the closest thing I've ever found to what I want.

I am a fool, and you are my gold.