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Oh hello. I am Christina. I'm 26. My favorite things are: writing love on my arms, watching movies, laughing, baking brownies, mac 'n' cheese, taking road trips, Disney, writing, playing Guitar Hero and DDR, milk and cookies, smiling, Audrey Hepburn movies, singing Beatles songs, cheering for the Dallas Cowboys, playing board and card games, reading books, watching General Hospital, dancing, and, most importantly, spending time with my friends.

Quote of the Moment:
“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.” - Audrey Hepburn

Mood: i'm good.
Music: pretending.




Sunday, January 24, 2010
you were. you are.

You were always what I wanted. I was only scared you didn't want me, too.

I know things happened. Things like me talking about other people, and what other people said. You thought I was talking about them to show I wasn't interested in you. The truth is I was only trying to get a reaction from you. I wanted to know how you felt about me. But that was before I really knew you. Now, I know I never should have approached it like that. Other things happened like me making another choice. A choice that I do not regret. But a choice that I made because I didn't think I could have you. I didn't think I could have someone as good as you.

But you.

You were there before. You were there during. You were there after.

I can't change anything that's happened. I wouldn't, even if I could.

But this is what I wish you knew:

You were never second-best.
You were never "the backup."
You were what I wanted.

You still are.