
Love life is still nil. I'm okay with that, but sometimes, someone will snap a picture like this and it'll remind me of how I miss being part of a couple.
From the other diary:
Giving in and holding out. Near misses and sudden collisions. Love doesn't come when you want it to. It's always a huge accident. How do I shake this feeling that it always comes so close and then zooms right by with me on the sidelines.