Here’s the thing though, the kicker,
I really don’t know how I feel still. I guess I’m just clarifying, in case you know Sarah reads this (but why should I care if she knows how I feel; well, she should know it all then).
Oh whatever. She’s just not on a pedestal anymore. And she’s not a dream anymore.
She’s what she started as, and it’s a lot healthier.
(Am I being a pussy? Or just nice.)