maybe I read re-read romance novels to relive the fire of hope that I used to have when I was younger. That someday I would have unconditional love. Just to lay there and talk about unimportant random things that would make us laugh. Watch our favorite tv shows, curled under the blankets. Go exploring. Be awkward and nerdy together.
We would fit perfectly
These thoughts came to mind because of the conversation I had with my niece:
“auntie doesn’t need a boyfriend. Auntie when are you having a baby so I can come over and babysit?”
my niece made me laugh this afternoon.