//The Louis Vuitton Luggage// My 2005 has been all about getting rid of excess baggage, whether it be physical or emotional. As friends tell me new stories about crushes and new loves... I feel bitter because my love life has not seen anything new since... since forever. The Same four guys have been in and out and around my life for the past four years (the two last years especially have been hectic) and of course... exb0o who is and will always be around until I meet my husband LOL but for the most part... no one new has wisked me away. Over Chinese Breakfast this morning, I poured out my bad feelings and a weeks worth of yuckiness on Amy as we chomped on good food. After my rant, I sighed and came to the conclusion that I'm going through some kind of weird quarter life crisis or something. I talked about the new love thing, and how it was nice to hear that everyone was experiencing new love and how I vicariously am living the thought of new love through my friends. When I'm with Amy, I always have these bouts of analogies that I always want to express. They seem best said to her because I guess she's the only one who listens =) I told her "It's better to crush and have new love then carry around the same guys for the past 5 years... trust me that's the story of my life." I paused on the thought and added more. "The guys in my life are like luggage... I'm carrying them around, but they really won't last long... I'm just waiting one day to get my Louis Vuitton luggage." Amy was amazed at what I had said... and to tell you the truth... it made a lot of sense to me. I've been loyaly carrying around the same memories, and the same faces for the past five years and I never knew why. I think part of me always hoped that one day, someone would change their mind, and realize that we could be it but old luggage can't all of a sudden be an LV luggage. You can't just take your luggage and say "Make it an LV" things don't happen that way... I don't want to settle for anything less then an LV... which hurts because I always thought that one of my old bags would be an LV in disguise... but maybe that will never happen. Realization is the hardest thing about growing up...