I kinda wish there was this magical orb that told you somebody you’re meant to be with is out there. It doesn’t tell you when, it doesn’t tell you who, and it doesn’t tell where you’ll run into each other. All it does is assure you that you’re not meant to be alone and eventually there will be somebody that gets you. Thats it. Nothing more.
Because sometimes I really think i’m going to be one of those people who didn’t come as a matching pair. I’m the long tube sock that somehow ended up with the ankle socks during laundry day. Which i’m okay with. I’d just rather know for sure now rather than 20 cats later. Selfish? Maybe. Not optimistic? Most likely. But i’m the kind of person who wikipedia’s a movie plot before she watches it.
