the girls we followed home*
i would like to believe that one day, there might be someone who wouldn't simply let me leave. but i'd like to believe even more that i would never again follow any girl home. i am, however, unable to believe in that; first, because all my pessimism and disillusionment hides a little hope that i can't get rid of (and would i want to?); and because i know that, when the moment arrives, i'll follow her home. whoever she might be.
* title shamelessly stolen from here. i'm sorry, but i couldn't resist: it triggered way too many thoughts.