I used to think to myself, wow, I wish that he could love me like her loves her. I couldn't ask for anything more than that.
And, you know, I was like, 16 or 17. Probably too young to think about love seriously but I liked to fool myself into thinking that I was old enough.
I guess, thinking back now, I probably wouldn't think that if I was in love today. I'd probably think something like, no, I want him to love me like me. And no one else. And that sounds so fucking cheesy to my ears right now; I can't imagine how it's going to sound to my future self.
I'm just thinking about how, as I get older, the things I did when I was younger seem so juvenile and minuscule. I don't think I'm leading that great of a life if everything I look back on seems to not matter.