Monday, March 3, 2008
This is the spot on the Concourse- red carpet, grey pillar, and smelling of banana bread. This is the spot where a boy once sat me down, face to face like an interview, and told me he was flattered by my attention but he was in a place in his life where he wasn't ready for a relationship. I cried for three days, and then I got out of bed, put on my makeup, and decided I wasn't a quitter. It turns out he didn't know what was best for him after all. We've been dating for eighteen months.