Marry (then bury) You
I’m glad that everyone has, one or way another, snaked through Valentine’s Day with zero body count. I had my usual “Manic Monday” yesterday to ~celebrate my Valentine’s. Not that anyone cares actually. Being single aka “the sexy and smart” has been overrated that being a resident whore is now the in thing. Well, not that I have ever taken relationships (hahahaha) seriously anyway.
I can’t believe I have to ask this but does perfect love even exist anymore?
When I was a nerdy, pathetic grade schooler crushing on the most popular girl/s in school, I thought we’d end up together when we’d grow up.
Sure I become friends with her. Period. I will so like the person that I myself won’t even think of— what do you call it— pursuing her?
I also thought that love stories were all going to finish with a “happy ending” on the credits. But this was debunked by the likes of My Best Friend’s Wedding when I was a teenager.
I mean, how unlikely could someone, with separated parents as the first pair to look up to, think that way right?
Even the prettiest bunch failed to even survive the rudeness of fate.
There’s Brad-Jen, Penn-Blake, RyanGosling-Rachel, RyanReynolds-Scarlett and so on. Or maybe both were so pretty the other one turned insecure.
There’s also the May-December-but-cute affair between Heroes stars Milo Ventimiglia and Hayden Panettiere which lasted for a year.
Sure, there are those romantic basketball proposals, engagement done underwater, etcetera etcetera. But admittedly, only a few makes it to being as timeless as the pair John Lennon and Yoko Ono.