I believed, and still believe, that you can build your dreams brick by brick. That you can accomplish anything with persistence.
Even falling in love.
That's sexist crap. When a guy goes through obstacles to get a girl, it's considered 'romantic'. Think climbong through a girl's window unannounced to watch her sleep. However, when it's a girl making dramatic gestures for a guy, it's creepy. Double-standard bullshit !
And it was at that moment that I knew, for sure, that this person was who I wanted to be a girlfriend to. And I finally understood what that word meant. It was something beyond giddy hand-holding and stealing kisses. It was sharing yourself with someone who deserved it. The weight of it almost took my breath away.
Yes, all the antics were fun, the clichés exhausting, and the drama dramatic. But in the end, they were about people sticking together through thick and thin, not knowing if it would work out. Real love : it was all about risk and having faith. There were no guarantees.
But I never lost the belief that you could will something just by sticking to it, by being unwavering. By keeping your eyes on the prize. And by doing that, there was nothing you couldn't control about your own life.
When I was seven, I thought I moved a pencil with my mind.
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