Doesn’t anyone know what Christmas is all about?
I hate comparing myself to Katniss because she’s dealing with life and death, and I’m just dealing with the fashion police.
Then slowly, over time, everything changes. And you’re no longer this young thing, and you don’t believe in fairytales and “perfect” isn’t in your vocabulary. And then suddenly, here is this man and he becomes so familiar to you that one day you find yourself looking at him thinking I could love this person for the rest of my life.
I’m sorry for all the craziness.
I wouldn’t have done it any differently.