bubble wrap vs a Tiffany's box

I feel sometimes that I am looking out a window and the scenery is ever changing. I now know what I am looking for but not what I am looking at. When I have felt like everything had been taken away from me, I wanted to correct it and make it right. I tried everything I could so that someone else would see what I see; and now... what do I see?
I see what I could have had. But I am not so sure that I want it, well not exactly the way it comes. I want it bubble wrapped instead of tied up in a Tiffany's box. I am not so sure that what I have found but bubble wrap just seems so much more fun than a box with a bow. And I think I am beginning to like the window. That way life is more spontaneous. I just might wake up and like the scenery tomorrow. Who knows?

She's perfect, because in her own way, Katie is as damaged as me.

On April 26, 2008, my boyfriend Brian and I split up. I thought we were going places. It had been since January of 2008 that we started "talking". And realistically that was all we were doing since he lived in NC and I lived here. I really thought we had it good, but I was wrong. I was damaged... more damaged than Brian. Brian only had baggage. I had a whole freaking luggage compartment full. I think in the end, it came to me being the odd one and he was always right. It’s been a month and a handful of days since it has been officially over, but it just doesn't feel right. He was always waiting on the other shoe to drop; while mine were never on...