Last night after hours math homework ( which wasn't a waste of time or anything since I know for a FACT that every day when i grow up, people will be asking me what the cosine of a right triangle looks like on a graph and if i don't know...well that will just be plain embarrassing...) I sat down on the couch and casually flipped through the channels. I ended up watching the bachelor. and laughing. really hard.
mostly because how pathetically sad those women are.
they are all convinced that they love this "bachelor" and that they belong with him. Not like he's dating 10 other women or anything....and kissing them....and by the end sleeping with at least 3....yet they look at the camera and talk like all they want is this man, and to love him forever, meanwhile he's with another girl in a bikini on the beaches of Costa Rica.
when i find love, or love finds me, I'm going to know it's real.
an i promise never to live the lie, and tell myself that he loves me, when i know he doesn't. especially if he's sleeping with two other women, you know.
i'm still torn
between wanting to grow old with you
and wanting to stay young,
but it isn't really my choice.
so will you love me forever?
and will we sip tea on the porch
and talk about the good old days?
call me darling and hold my hand.
smile at me and tell me i'm beautiful.
laugh your old man laugh
i'll smile my wrinkly smile.
who cares if we were influential in the world?
who cares how much money we made?
as long as you're next to me, love,
i know we will succeed.
