I've been living in a world separate from the present one forever but it hasn't been detrimental to me until recently. I read too many books. I identify with the wrong characters. I won't get into details but I'm in love and it isn't what I thought it would be. Love is taking me for walks to strengthen my foot, and love is quizzing him for his physiology exam, backscratches, tickle fights, and late night rides home from the train station...which, as it turns out, is way better than anything Emily Bronte ever taught me.
