my strange morning metaphor.

Well... I guess, sometimes, discovering that you have feelings for someone is like finding the perfect pair of jeans. You try a nice looking pair of dark blue jeans on, awesome designs on the back pockets included. They fit perfect, they make you feel absolutely great. They accentuate curves, the pant legs don't need to be rolled. They are perfect. But when you look at the price tag you see $200 in fine black type. And, realizing that you're in high school and your mom will never pay $200 for a pair of jeans, you put them back on the rack. I guess, I could work extra, or wait a while... but, who wants to wait when you have perfection in your grasp. Some things just aren't meant to be, I guess.