Another reason why I don't want to grow old is that the enormous task of knowing a lover becomes even harder to accomplish. He will have more blank spots in his life, more mysterious scars, more "friends." We can only truly love somebody when we understand them, or maybe understanding is love. I'm not certain that I'll be able to fool myself later in my life. 

Anyways I'm watching Sex and the City and wishing for serenity. I can't write for the life of me. What happened to summers in parks, smiling through the sunshine? I want mountains to stream in through my pupils.