Let it end like a movie.

they kiss. camera pans out. credits roll.

i write this as a high school girl who is in love with the idea of love would. having that almost too positive outlook on every relationship that might come her way. but honestly, i am realistic about how things can go. how he can seem to be everything, yet hurt you more than you ever swore possible. despite this, i still think having this childish ideas of what love can be is healthy to a point. can't be depressed about love all the time right?

i want my love life to resemble that of a romance. possibly even a romantic comedy where there are some bumps along the road to true love but as that last kiss or deep conversation or whatever way the filmmakers felt the film should end happens, people see these two characters and as the credits roll just leave it at 'they lived happily ever after'.

i want to accept the happily ever after.

there is a spark. a feeling i get with only certain men. it is a 'this guy is special. this guy is meant to be part of your life.' i've only felt it a few times. and each time no fail, that man has had an impact in my life... good and bad. really its that damn spark that makes it hard to put forth the effort with any man i don't instantly feel it with. but thats okay. right? with that spark it gives it a movie feel.

at this moment in my life. he seems ideal.

the spark was instant. when i saw him sitting there. i had to come up with an excuse to introduce myself. so i did. anti-climatic i know. but it was just like that. i knew within the weeks there was no way he was single. (plot twist 2, the first twist doesn't need to be mentioned.) my thoughts were confirmed one night during a conversation that included an awkward invite to a social event. i reminded myself if it as meant to be, itd happen.

couple twist and turns later he's back to being single.

thats where it is now. just let it continue and end happily ever after. just like the movies.

ROAD-TRIP (the answer to the stressful life)

i need to get away.... lets face it. we all need a change, a chance to forget the everyday troubles. a time to just let your mind empty.

i drive. go someplace new. someplace where no one know of my troubles.

a small town perhaps, one never visited before. one that rarely sees a new face, apart from relatives of the residents. where each house is adorned with an american flag. that town with a single stop light dead in the center. it has a local diner that each night is filled with the proud people who call that place home. those people who are eager to show the passerby what is so special about their forgotten town.

stop at a road-side cafe. the one found along that long empty highway. nothing around for miles. which makes you wonder how far the employees commute each day. you meet the best characters here. the ones worthy of a screenplay or novel. you find those who are ruled by the road. the 'just outta school' kid itching for an adventure. a few families might stop, but they are rare and few. and then... there are those like you. those who left whatever in order to find whatever. those who are just out to forget.

even a few hours from home makes a world of difference.

the road is my therapist.