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| I wish I were dancing. I feel like dancing, even though I think I'm about to fuck some shit up; short version is that even though I know it's fucking insane to go visit a girl who lives on the other side of the country, and even though every molecule of my being(outside of my heart and my crotch) is telling me that it's a bad idea, that I'm re-bounding from my ex, etc., I feel like this girl and I click; I'm trying to keep my expectations realistic, I'm probably over-romanticizing things because of recent events, and I know that it's crazy to go to the other side of the country to visit someone that I know from online(and yet if we had been penpals or something, this would be sappiest romantic-comedy move ever), I'm looking up flights; this thing is happening next month. |
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