Thinking like Defunkt Aeroplanes

I'm not really the adult I thought I was becoming. In fact, of course, I feel more and more like the child I always thought you brought out in me. Yes, I suppose you made me feel the most childish I've felt in ages - childish in my giddiness, my jealousy, my affection, my every sense of the word - but I think I liked it. And now here I am, still malleable, shaped still by your mock creative hands months after the fact of us. Do I enjoy the hold so evident you still maintain?

I can't help but think I have no effect on you, which is really quite the blow for me, but what can I do? 

I also think you're a fool for your own predicament, but my opinion is really nothing.

However being back in Boston is a medicine in itself.

With the cold nipping at my cheek bones, my goofy ears, my sloping nose and stubbly chin, I walk down Commonwealth Avenue, a year's worth in dollars of books for classes cutting into my palms. And I don't mind it. I love it. I bath in the simplicity of walking through dirty snow and slush, visible exhalation emitting from my and my friend's mouthes. 

This semester will be pleasant. I have told myself that I will find company this semester, someone who challenges me, appeals to me, feels for me and someone I can respect, who reciprocates such attentions as well. 

Perhaps a lofty thought, and yes I'll still fall for flighty kisses at drunken parties. 

However, affectionate company be the ultimate goal in this wintry sphere.