"but im here to tell you that i dont care if you want to be a pilot, a TSA agent or shovel elephant shit at the circus . because i missed you. and i just want us to be together." It wasn't until we made this heartwarming declaration of love to the man who had gone through all the hardships and nearly gave up,
we could be sure that they would end up together.
Sometimes love is really interesting
, in a person with a great body and a sweet appearance." "hard ten girl" in front of me, what is the airport TSA with a shriveled body and dull eyes?
But like a lot of things that you can't predict and can't resist,
it just happened.
I don't even know how I feel when I see her for the first time. Is it the same as
seeing those beautiful figures in fashion magazines ? Attractive women in veils have vague associations
but at least I know exactly where I am
I'm just a "five" or at best
I have a bad family,
a stingy dad, and I don't know what a mom is. Bored sister and brother-in-law
on top of that I even left my snobby ex-girlfriend and her domineering current boyfriend for a reason I can't even tell myself I didn't
even know such a family would give me What to bring?
I begged my friend to get back with my ex girlfriend I still love
but I heard from her tone that I'm hardly anything
I'm just a complete loser
A failed trip to return an iPhone for a hockey game filled with laughter and those hugs I've been waiting for so long
I stand in front of the mirror and ask myself
"Did this all come too soon or am I just dreaming? "
If it's all a dream, maybe nothing wakes me up more than what's next. I
went to our first date in a big red suit that only waiters wear.
I saw the one I could almost idolize. Handsome pilot
I started to panic
"ive completely forgotten how good-looking he is..."
I told the blond woman in front of me my unease very seriously but she just took it as a joke
"She really I don't care?"
This dream of mine seems to have been a little longer,
so let's keep the dream going.
After we kissed in that crowded and tattered neon,
I shook my head and said to her "thank you "
As if this was just a gift she gave me, I would just kneel down like a minister who has been favored by the emperor to express my gratitude,
until I told my good buddies the story of my dream. Son, almost none of them believe it
. I don't believe in myself. How can I make others believe?
All the stories that follow are almost beautiful.
She came to my house and met my parents and the two nasty couples of
her . My parents were amazed by her graceful beauty and generosity
. Because of this, I had a full week in my heart.
I held a bat under her watch and defeated the annoying brother-in-law who never supported me.
"what?no.maybe im just a bit lucky tonight..." I ca n't
believe it's just luck It's so bad that his parents feel uneasy when they see me as if they saw a nonsense hairy boy, but I really can't stay at his house. I have to go back and change my pants . A few amazing things happened that made my idea of continuing this dream even more firm until the moment of passion between us and the story finally came to a climax and she showed me the most imperfect part of her in her opinion "thats it?" I shook my head helplessly. This is far from what I thought, right? How I expected her to have six toes, three boobies and a little dick just like me but I was wrong she just had tiny webbed toes OMG. . . Is it just fucking webbed toes? What kind of fault is this? How I wish we were a freak duo instead of fucking beauty and the beast clearly have some major self-esteem issues." She said it right away. I was so disappointed that I had to slam the door with countless unreliable reasons.
Okay, my dream is over.
I seem to be back with the best ex-girlfriend I've always dreamed of.
We're sitting in the cabin in shit-colored couple outfits
. Friends,
truth hurts, but it hurts more than the truth. The truth is that I'm still sitting next to
an evil bitch. The last story I don't want to introduce anymore like my friend who laughed silly and said "its a tale as old as time, you know?song as old as rhyme. " As the old saying goes, happiness is almost similar, but misfortune is different. Fortunately, I still depend on the previous sentence. When I saw the end, I suddenly thought of the hero and heroine in "Fight Club" holding hands and looking at the front as if watching fireworks. Buildings blowing up and falling apart and then suddenly thinking of a line from wallflower's "hero" "The guns, they shot above our heads, And we kissed, as though nothing could fall." What I can't be sure of is whether I can see clearly what love looks like. Fairy tales will end on the day when I wake up. Can I still see myself clearly when I wake up?
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