I am the girl you fall in love with, but never the one you end up marrying. In the beginning, I will fascinate you - I will talk to you about music, books, movies, art, and I will talk with passion, smiling often and looking at you with the kindness I afford everyone I meet. I will make you laugh - I will listen to you and find some way to twist and twirl your words and ideas into something you never thought they could be. I will make you dance with me and we’ll do silly, completely childish things that you’ll remember with fondness and always, always with a smile. I will be romantic - I will write about you, to you, and you will be able to see a progression of our relationship from the messages in your inbox and the love letters I post for strangers to see (because a part of me feels that just giving them to you isn’t enough; people have to know how amazing you are). I will hug you every chance I get because I know about impermanence (so my hugs will be deeper and tighter than what you might expect). I will make you believe that this is it, that I’m the one you want to spend the rest of your life with, but sooner or later you will find yourself becoming irritated with all the things that you once loved about me. You will get tired of my stories, of my spontaneity, and my impracticality. You will tell yourself there’s something missing here. And then I won’t be the girl you love anymore, but the girl you stay with until you find what you’re looking for.