My grandma called me today...
it seems she misses me already...
and I must admit I miss her as well.
Tannah and I had a conversation about what kinda of old people we'd like to become. We both decided along the lines of my grandma rather than a shriveling existence of the classic grandma.
There's so much I want out of life that sometimes I feel I expect too much. I just finished watching Becoming Jane. It was the supposed story of Jane Austen's life. The ending was horribly sad and made me cry. One thing I've expected out of life for as long as I can remember is to find true love. But what if that is not in store for me? As I watched the movie something struck me in my gut where only deep emotions do. I went through the love and loss and love and loss of her meant to be and I couldn't help feeling...
'What if even knowing that love never happens to me?'
But why is it that I'm so anxious to find it? I know I am capable of being on my own rather well and I quite enjoy it most of the time. But I want someone to know things about me even I don't realize and I want to know someone that well too.
But I guess for now all I can do is dream.
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