I am the romance and this is the kiss.

Sometimes, I stop feeling sorry for myself and start feeling sorry for everyone else. For every boy who’s never made me laugh or had the pleasure of buying me blue topaz earrings or seen wet tendrils of hair stick to my neck right after a shower. I’m remarkable. I can make a delicious marinara sauce from scratch, I know all the capitals of Europe, I write really clever and thoughtful birthday cards, I look nice in dresses, I don’t pretend to understand sports, I’ve pretty much got it all. It’s a shame, really. That I’m such a jaded asshole. 

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