I just realized a little while ago that it’s been over two years since a man (besides my dad) has said that he loved me. That makes me so sad.
On the other hand, since my last relationship ended in 2008 I have traveled to France, Germany, England, Scotland and Ireland, written a really good book (if I do say so myself), been published, went back to school, modeled in Paris, found my passion, met and befriended two of my Holy Trinity of music, been proposed to twice, and have generally kicked ass.
But why can’t I have both? Why must it always be that I’m either in a relationship or conquering the world? The two have never aligned and it feels like they never will. What a drag. Maybe I’m just asking too much of life, that I be amazing and be loved at the same time. Maybe the space-time continuum will be blown apart and the universe will cease to be, in which case I say:
But seriously, I’d like to have both, please. And to be the Doctor’s companion, since I’m wildly wishing here.