when it comes down to it, i've spoiled myself. i've watched too many chick flicks, and read too many fairy tales. i've come up with this vision of love that isn't true. well, not true for me. the boy doesn't stop traffic to race after the girl, open up her car door, make some corny, heart-warming remark and passionately kiss her. in my life, the boy keeps driving right through the intersection.
