I loved him. But I also loved spaghetti.
What if it was all a fabrication turned now into a veil that clouded my expectations of a happy ending.
I couldn't bear to let myself give in to such pessimistic thoughts, not just because I'd always been viewed as an optimist, but because releasing myself to become submerged in such hopeless conclusions could only lead to the shattering of my heart.
Whatever sort of world that could possibly be, I knew I would not want to live in it.
To tie up the whole caterpillar thing (which we never found out about, might I remind you) you could mention a butterfly! That would be epically awesome. Her whole transformation from no self-confidence (caterpillar) to comtemplating love (butterly). That would be very, vey cool, I belive. Just consider it.
So, expect to see me around critiqqing some more of your stuff! Maybe not imediately, though, if you know what I mean. I should probably get reviewing some other people first.