This may sound ridiculous. Pathetic, even. But for once, I don't care. I'm just going to be shamelessly honest here. If you can't be honest at 1:00 in the morning, when can you be?
While I was watching The Great Gatsby earlier this evening, the entire time I couldn't help but think... As foolish as these two lovers are together, I want someone to love me like Gatsby loves Daisy. Fully, passionately, and without reservation. If that's too much to ask, I think I'd settle for having a man just look at me the way he looks at her—like she's the only girl in the world.

Perhaps there's something to be said about being foolishly in love. And frankly, I think I want that someday.