Love.

I really hope that you know how much I hate serious blogs.

They usually end up sounding pretentious, or pathetic, or just plain REALLY FUCKING BORING.

And I don't want my blog to be like that.

However.

I'm sitting on the brown leather couch in my living room, wearing my navy blue romper with legs and gold buttons, and my copper wedges that I bought just to go with it, and I just finished watching 500 Days of Summer.

I'm not really sure if I liked all of it or not.

I loved the guy, and I wish i was as strong as Summer, but it made me sad.

For more than one reason.

I shall list the reasons right now.

1. Guys like that, do not exist.

What a sad fact it is.

But I have a boyfriend whom I am very in love with,

and I really doubt that he thinks of me as his true love.

Even if sometimes I think he could be mine.

2. If they do exist, why do they have to fall in love

with girls too strong to fall in love with them?

DAS BULLSHIT.

So it was only two reasons, but I thought I had more to begin with.

This blog really isnt about that movie though, its really about love.

What if there are certain people that only fall in love once, early in their life?

What if there are certain people who never fall in love at all?

What if there are certain people who MISS their opportunity of falling in love?

That's gotta be a good 75% of the population.

Ridiculous.

I don't even know what I'm trying to say here.

I guess I'm just freaking out because I think I'm going to die alone, unloved, my only happiness being the love that I am currently in.

And that love will most definitely be lost, because of college, and life, and whatnot.

What if I never find it again? Not with Dylan, or anyone?

But what if that's what I deserve?