One more thing: my roommate said one way I can tell if I like somebody is if I can think back to doing something with the person, and knowing that if I were doing it with anyone else, it just wouldn't be the same. I think this is a good measure, but I don't know if it necessarily measures likeability. I feel like her example may be a bit deeper than liking.
Because I can only really think of one or two people I've dated like that--that our experiences were specific to that one person and I couldn't have possibly imagined being with that person in that experience.

. . .It's this whole "fall"/"autumn" thing: the leaves are falling and now we think we've (or at least I've) got to change stuff about my life.


Don't we
All get a little more full of ourselves in the spring?
We grow the will to do and say things we dared never to say before
"I really like you" falls from the lips of late autumn bloomers
Dead leaves of love relapse and fall into the laps of assuming passersby
Heavy hearts lose weight just in time to dance in the warm sunlight
Cowards become heros
And every word shaped by lips becomes a pregnant love song
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Besides
us single gals are all a joke
our confidence is all we have
we're sure true love will never come our way
to us belong our days and our hearts and secrets and emotions too
who else could ever gain their due?
not even the noblest of any army
no boy become a man
no, no one will ever stand a chance to a single girl's idea of romance