It’s just one of those nights when you feel utterly alone in the universe no matter how many people are near you.
For the first time. I know it’s going to get so much cuter/ heartbreaking than this but it did something funny to my ovaries when he’s dancing with his chin on her forehead in the middle of the road.
Do work you love. Even if you make less money. Even if you disappoint others. Working a job for which you have no passion is betraying yourself, for eight hours a day. Nobody can love themselves while they subject themselves to forty hours of uninspiring work every week. If it isn’t practical to leave your current line of work just yet, start planning your escape now. That’s love. Do not resign a third of your life to someone else’s purpose. Dignity is worth any pay cut. If you don’t like your job, you are only getting better at being resentful.
Without the boy.
Feels like we’re just dating again, sending emails about missing each other.