There’s something about stringing up thousands of white icicle lights for someone else’s wedding reception that reminds you that you haven’t even held hands with a girl since before Christmas. So despite this being the happiest day ever for one lucky couple, it just makes me melancholy.
Why does it do this to me? Why do I care? I shouldn’t. I keep telling myself that…
And then some days I’d just like to cuddle with a cute gal. Snuggle under a blanket. Watch a movie. You know.