I've always been the silent suffering sort.

As much as we scoff at and mock chick flicks and fairy tales, with their soul mates and happy endings, we always secretly hope to star in one. Even as I admit I hope for a telepathic and understanding and loving boyfriend to walk into my life, I know it won't REALLY happen. So here I am, wishing for one who would just TRY to be that supernatural boy.

It's always awkward to bring up these things. The skilled ones manipulate and seduce, while the rest of us fumble about awkward words and halting sentences. We write and re-write speeches, imagine dialogues and scenes, only to have them turn out exactly as we had never intended them to. Then we write a lame letter, that we hope will turn into a sweet momento years later.

*sigh* I wish I knew the art of Seduction.