I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
At the moment, I am curled on in my room dimmed to a setting that sets the mood for wandering thoughts and serenity, it doesn’t get much better than this. Hot cup of Earl Grey tea at hand with a playlist composing of an amalgam of my music in the background, all in attempt to make doing my homework seem less dreary. And it seems to be working, perhaps its simply because I’m a nerd, quite frankly.
Its been so long since I felt such bliss, especially after what has been passing through my troubled mind nowadays. Sure, the original pang of realization comes from time to time, but to think in a matter of two years it will all be gone. It doesn’t seem worth the time and thought.