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| "I want magic carpets, I want true romance, I want moonlight cruises to the south of France, and I want kisses that go on for days..."- Linda Eder | ||||
| Not too many people figured out who I was. When they did, they didn't make TOO big of a deal about it� They just asked what it was like� living with him, growing up with him� being in his shadow� being in his shadow� That's the only part of being related to him that bothered me� I don't think of myself as in his shadow. He does his thing and I do mine. And it's all good. We love each other. He's my big brother� So what if he's loaded? So what if we live in this huge house in L.A? So what if he drives a kick ass Mustang? So what? To me, he's just this average guy, who does everything that all other guys do� Before my story begins, you needed to know that. You needed to know that, although, I'm an average Jane, my brother's not Joe. Sure, I hit the parties with him, the nightspots, and on occasion the award shows. But, that doesn't make me anything special. Until I met this guy� I believed in love� destiny� and all that jazz. But for some reason, I was never the one who got to experience it. I had all these crushes� but� I got tired. I go through guys like I go through socks. No, I'm not some kind of slut who sleeps around. That's not what I mean. What I'm trying to say, is I'll like someone, and everything'll be fine, but then I'll just stop. I get bored. So, I've never felt that tingly feeling� that feeling you get inside you, when you find your soulmate. I've never felt sparks fly, or had my toes curl when someone kissed me. Maybe, I'm just crazy� Maybe none of that stuff happens� I could just be a hopeless romantic, who dreams of this happening. But, then I met him. He managed to turn my perfect, organized, SANE world and flip it upside down, creating chaos. This is my story� a story of a girl who thought she was messed up� a story of perfection in love� and most of all, a story about becoming happy. One |
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