Being in my 20s

Being in my 20s hits different.
I don’t want the things I wanted few years ago
My very view of this world changed.
Abs , beard, cute dimple, jaw bone, veiny hands doesn’t matter anymore
I hate myself for being like a grownup
I’m controlling myself from overspending
This is so not me!
I cried when the hero’s mother tortured the heroine
But now I’m crying as the main leads finally kissed after 12 episodes
My eyes are fixed on a kindhearted gentleman rather than a guy with dreamy blue eyes!
It’s upsetting when folks talk about marriage.
But I find myself obsessed with true love’s happy pursuits,
Wondering about the whereabouts of my man begins my night
The way he talks and laughs and silently cares about me begins my day!