Sometimes I wish I had horrible relationships with people that I'm actually really close with and care about. If I did, then I'd drain my bank account, buy some cowboy boots (that I'd only take off to shower, sleep, and sex), call him up and run away. Ask him to marry me, he'd say yes of course. We'd get married on the dunes, me in a white sundress and my boots, him in black dickies and his boots. I know it wouldn't work though. I'm not in love with him anymore. If only though, if only.