I wasn't going to run away from this one. I had gotten myself into this so that I could find a companion, not to break hearts. I still felt really bad about the first girl, and standing her up.
Most of these dusty old journals were full of old stories I had written when I was younger. None of them were all that important, but I still liked to look through them every couple of years. That
I watched the couple in the movie get closer together. It was the scene were the good guy saved the girl, and they were now arm in arm, giving each other googly eyes. I wanted that…
I wanted a girl