I'm the one who knows the true meaning of the words disappointment and potential.
I'm the one who won't learn until it's too late.
I'm the one who doesn't know how to sing or dance but insists on doing so anyway.
I'm the one who cries until it hurts. Severely.
I'm the one who swears up and down the love is real.
I'm the one who deals with pain by writing page after page of poetry.
I'm the one who obsessively twists my ring (or just rubs my finger if I'm not wearing it), brushes my teeth, and uses Orajel.
I'm the one who uses words like trodden, lexis, thus, shall, shan't, macabre (I even pronounce correctly), demure and beguiling in everyday conversation.
I'm the one who worships Edna St. Vincent Millay, Anna Farris, Eric Szmanda, the oboe, and brightly colored nails (toes and fingers).
I'm the one who would eat cranberry sauce, candy canes, Sweetarts, and milk at every meal (okay maybe not all at once, but yeah, I love them).
I'm the one who has friends that are not replaceable (friends that call you Willis, let you cry with them and make sexual innuendos with you).
I'm the one who's full of ambitions but just aims for happiness.
2007-12-25
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