sparrows & omaha.

so my crush turned into exactly that: crushed ego, crushed hope. it’s sad to think that i won’t feel those butterflies for a while. but it serves me right for getting my hopes up. for thinking that i was ready for something that i’m truly not. but goddamn, it’s hard to find a good guy in this city that isn’t tainted by the concubine of hipster girls that leave their mark of baggage and bad reputations on guys that don’t deserve it. i finally feel like i found one that i could relate to and form a close bond with. but in all honesty a month is far too short of a period to have such feelings. i got ahead of myself, no doubt. nonetheless, i learned a few lessons. i will just hope for a friendship to blossom in the distant future. and anything less of that should not be deemed as a failure. just poor timing (and ill execution on my part, of course. grow a pair, kate. for the sake of romance. just grow a pair.)