My Robin Scherbatsky
I guess there's always that one girl whom you think is "the one" but really isn't. To think that ten-plus years of lingering affection and failure on my end of the situation would have taught me something by now. But then again, I'm speaking while staring at the end of a metaphorical end of a beer glass (which would amount to endless tracks of Backstreet Boys while feeling excessively sorry for myself). It's a rather depressing picture, now that I think about it. To be fair, it's not like looking for "the one" is my one and only dream or aspiration in life. How horrifying would it be if I had just that one "dream" to hold on to, only to have it shattered over and over as time goes by? No, I have other dreams. Somehow, though, it all seems so irrelevant when under the right circumstances and feelings of inadequacy. When you're in that sort of moment, everything just seems out of place and wrong. It's an addiction, falling ba...