No new girl really sticks out like her though.. it's just kinda weird. I dunno why I decided to wait so long..
If you're anything like me, it might be because you were worried about what would happen if she didn't like you back. You didn't want to have to give up on that pleasant little "What If" you've been carrying inside you... dancing through that dream each time you run into her. Maybe you've laid restlessly in bed, torn over what to tell her, and how, and when. Rehearsing conversations, trying to build up the courage to say something, reading into the things she's said in hopes of finding a coded message somewhere that confirms what you're hoping for. Comforted by the warmth of that torch you keep carrying for her. Scared you'll learn that she's never felt those same things for you.
Dreaming of all the wonderful things that Might Be can be a very pleasant delusion... but dwelling there, afraid to threaten that dream by seeking the truth, will only hold you back from the chance that it might be real. Sometimes, you just have to act. And sometimes, by acting, we find that those old dreams weren't meant to be. But once you move beyond them, you can try again, somewhere new, and see what you might find. We wake from dreams, never to be able to go back to them... but time will go on, and there will be new dreams. And maybe one of them will turn out to be something real, yeah?
It's said that love is a battlefield. And knowing is half the battle. And forewarned is forearmed. And fourarmed is half an octopus. Therefore, knowing about future love is a skirmish between two half-octopus Battle Chimeras. And that's alright.
P.S. You should stop listening to my advice now.