Sunday, February 1, 2009
I like you, a lot. But I can only wait so long for you to figure out that the person you are waiting for to walk into your life, that vision of the perfect specimen of human being that is just your type, doesn't exist. I am the person that you should be with. And I can't promise you that when you do figure it out I will still be waiting.
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Tell me that, then. Be that person.
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