Unsent

God. I just don't know anymore. My whole cynical system has failed me and I'm actually starting to believe in the existance of "the One" again.

Like when Big flies to Paris to "rescue" Carrie. He puts his jacket around her, looks deep into her eyes and says, "Carrie, you're the one."

I can cry just thinking that "the One" might not be fiction after all.

The only downfall to this revelation is that my writing skills quickly begin to deteriorate when I start to gain "hope."

Goddess help us all.