something clicked in my head once.

i didn’t like to draw or read. 

i liked to make up stories of my own. of people i’d already known. 

i’d make them better. make the girls more ideal. make my friends be more caring.

but i noticed once. 

this girl, she wasn’t as i wrote her to be.

she was better, and for that i fell in love with her.

of course you’re thinking pete, this is bull.

but yes i can honestly say i’ve met someone better than my dreams could even imagine.

and that’s just utterly profound.