If there’s one thing I know, it’s that I am definitely in a bad mood when a cold bowl of ice cream will not cheer me up – even remotely.
Either that, or I’ve finally begun experiencing the kind of pain that doesn’t allow itself to succumb to dairy treats – no matter how tasty they may be.
And every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was perfection – a being comprised conviently of everything I wasn’t. The irony of it all. Perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect eyes, a perfect laugh. Perfect clothes even.
Usually, I’m a strong person. But this is tearing me apart, making me question my very existence as if nothing else mattered. I only have one question for the universe. Actually, more for God – or Fate, however you want to put it.
If you’re going to make someone fall in love, why make it so impossible?