I cannot bring myself to regret the decisions I made that brought me to him. He was so…dissimilar. I suppose he was the same in many ways, but compared to myself, dissimilar. He was carefree, invisible, calm, intelligent…transitory. Thinking back, I cannot quite remember what was going on in my mind as I followed carelessly after him, making decisions that could doubtlessly ruin my perfect future. Love perhaps, though curiosity could be it too. Yet, that’s acceptable to me.
-NaNoWriMo, Day Two Excerpt.
(Goal, 3,333)
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