I noticed a photo on fuckyeahlove’s tumblr that was taken at my old high school! It’s funny, thinking about high school now. I was just as idealistic back then. I don’t think I’ve been jaded much, despite having my heart broken more times than I can remember. But I’m just an optimistic, silly soul and every bit of me still believes that love is the driving force behind life and happiness. Anyways, I’m glad that something magical like that is happening in a place so familiar to me, a place that brought tears and laughter and youthful ignorance and wisdom.
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Ned: You’re the only one for me.
Chuck: I know you feel that now, but there are things you want, there’s things we both want.
Ned: So? Everyone wants stuff. We wake up everyday with a list of wishes a mile long, and maybe we spend our lives trying to make those wishes come true, but just because we want them doesn’t mean we need them to be happy.
Chuck: What do you need to be happy?
Ned: You.
I think Pushing Daisies was created just for us hopeless romantics. Every end of an episode just fills me with a strange warm feeling. It is a show that creates far unrealistic scenarios and the most insightful truths.
Today, it still hurts. It’ll still hurt tomorrow. I’m not bursting out into tears randomly anymore. It’s a duller pain, permeating every moment of my day, when I think of him.
