I just realized that I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have someone make you feel so nervous and happy and excited all at the same time. Realizing this makes me sad. I’ve spend the past two years meeting guys at parties and in class and flirting with them but that is it. It’s ironic because I often times find myself thinking about the future and who I will be spending that future with, but I don’t ever act upon moving my life in that direction. I know that it is all supposed to come with time and that the right person will show up when I least expect it, but it’s just a little sad that I haven’t really thought about the seriousness of that notion until now. Everyone says these things; I say these things, but we don’t really mean it until it actually happens. We just wait.