It was a romantic thriller, and it left me with the hollow, full, romantic, giddy, "awww...!" feeling that most movies like it do. And I wanted to go up and write a note telling my parents how much they meant to me.
My parents. Not my husband, the supposed apple of my eye. My parents.
Then it hit me. I don't love him. I love love. I'm not in love with him, I'm in love with the idea of being in love.
Seriously, I should be given an Oscar and a Nobel Peace Prize together. I deserve them both.
posted by La Eposa @ 11:16 AM
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