Sometimes, the closer you get to a person, the more you realize they’re out of your league. The girl that
I like I’ve fallen in love with, for example. The more I know about her, the chasm that separates her from me becomes wider.
At 25, she’s already living with her boyfriend. At 25, I was still living with my parents.
At 24, She earned her Masters Degree in Physical Therapy. While I earned my Associates Degree at 26, and getting my Bachelors Degree is only but a plan.
She earned a college scholarship through swimming, and even had a couple of records at the MAC finals. I don’t know how to swim and drowned once.
Her beer of choice is Stella Artois, she hates Guiness. I like Guiness, I hate Stella Artois.
We’re just worlds apart, as you can see. But why do I continue on wriggling my way into her life? Why do I keep on chasing her? Because it feels right. Because she could teach me to swim. Because I could convert her into a Stella hater and Guiness drinker.
But, most importantly, all this distance I’m talking about is just borne out of my insecurities. They may not matter to her at all. I’ve given myself a chance, I’ll just wait for her to give me a chance.