...it's vain and silly, I know...
...but I want to be one of the primary players in one of the World's Great Romances.
I want, years from now, perfect strangers to read my journals, and instead of saying "Typical," or "What a nutjob," I want them to remark to themselves at the intensity, passion, and beauty of my eventual primary relationship.
I suspect it's one of the sorts of things that most people will grow out of. But it's just that nagging little desire at the back of my head to collect fame for something, and love is something I know I can put everything into...
