i KNOW you ain’t it, but your physicality did something to me.
We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot. So until then, I’ll just have to continue feeling this way everyday. Sad.
—Joel Barish, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (via michelle-irene)
Having momentary flashes of sanity whilst sipping warm beer. Why do I think one situation would be better than the other? I am the queen of ‘grass is greener’. I love the ideal, not the real thing, and it depends entirely on the situation I’m in. Who am I to think I have a sliver of a chance? Why do I deserve to humour the thought? How dare I assume he would tolerate it? I am watching beautiful brown eyes and wondering if I’m doing the right thing, yet knowing I’m not.
What a mess.