you know who you are. <3

Originally, it was just a comment... but I found so much more to say and I just realized that I needed to reflect too. So it works out well. The person to whom this is directed will understand, and that's what's important.

Sweetheart, you'll be fine. I know I say that a lot, and it doesn't change much, but I believe in you. I really do.

Lists are magnificent, and goals doubly so. I started to think about that one time in English this past year... when we were doing Emerson and Thoreau. Our teacher taught us many things, giving us a glimpse of one perspective on life. I realized then that having goals -- broad and vast or narrow and specific -- really lets you see what you want from life. So kudos to you for even making one. I think that regardless of what paths you take in the future, you will find success. Even when life seems to be treating you wrongly, not allowing you to be whom you want, there is always something better... just waiting to be found.

So, I continue. And my thoughts are not criticisms, and they are hardly even opinions. Just reactions (though that seems an incorrect word), and you shouldn't take them to mean to much. I miss our car conversations, where this would be able to spill out in a jumbled mess of words, waiting for me to catch up to them and decode their meaning. And if we can't have a conversation there, we can have one here. Rather, I can ask questions and display statements and you can choose to continue if you would so wish.

What kind of doctor? I can see you saving lives and making a difference... helping children or those less fortunate... or anything, really. You just need to find that confidence in yourself and your abilities. :)

I'll not tell of my secret stories in much detail, but... when I'm bored, or just trying to fall asleep, or... anytime, really, I make up stories. Some are fantastical, some are tragic... they are stories that I would long to bring to life on paper or here or someplace else, but the images are not concrete -- they are feelings... of love, of happiness, of sadness, of joy... of life. And there I go on another tangent. The connection made sense in my head. And, despite how ridiculous it sounds even to myself, I can't even describe it... it's too embarrassing (for lack of better word), even in the relative anonymity I find here.

And I won't comment on the boyfriend thing. Well, that's a lie, as I am clearly commenting here. Rather, I won't offer criticism either way. I understand what you're saying, and there are times when I can almost empathize, albeit to a lesser degree.

it's like the email you don't open because you want to save it for the last because you know you're best friend or a good friend has written it and you know it will be long and with a lot of crazy stories, so you save it for last

I hate that sometimes, you wait and wait and wait and wait, and finally, when the moment comes, you realize it's much less than you had expected, and you just feel... empty. Then you feel so guilty because it's still something, and... yet, it's barely anything. Life can just pass you by in an instant, so quickly that you barely even notice it going, but you feel it when it's gone. But sometimes, you realize that by waiting, you gave yourself hope. And even if that hope was misplaced in that one situation, our ability to hope and dream and wish is what sets us apart, what gives us the opportunity to find deep and true love. Then again, perhaps I am merely a hopeless romantic. Well, I am a romantic. Maybe one day, my hopes will come true.

someone to hold me in his arms and whisper quiet nothings and look at me and smile.

Just like the fairy tales. I hope to find this one day. I hope you can find this one day. I just have... hope. And despair, but the hope overwhelms the despair, and that's why the world can be such a great place.

but I'm pretty sure it'll happen for me some day.

It will.

a dream came true

I am curious. Perhaps I will remain curious forever?

Until we speak again.