And that’s the pull, isn’t it? To find someone whom loves you just the way you are, right? In standard-issued Stanford PJ’s, hair back in a messy ponytail, haven’t taken a shower in days, crying and snotty.
We have this tradition where no matter how many times we pass each other in the hallway, we give a little wave, even if we just waved to each other five seconds ago, sometimes giving a little laugh with it. It’s far from a sign of romantic love, but I view it as a sign that maybe I’m special.
If you could have that, love at the worst, when you’re depressed and suicidal or depressed and can’t leave your bed to brush your teeth, then imagine what happens when you put a shower, shave, pair of black panties and a dress on it.
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