I relate to this so hard. Also, read this book it's wonderful.


"In my late teens and college years, after I'd had my heart broken again and again, Zack became a kind of symbol. He represented all my relationship mistakes, all my misreadings and misconceptions. He played guitar, so he was an artist. He was an artist, so he was sensitive. He was sensitive, so he had to be kind. I think of it whenever I see a young woman fawning all over a nerdy guy, some comedian or actor, thinking he couldn't ever be cruel because he's funny and he wears glasses. He's not conventionally hot, so he's not full of himself, so he'll be a good boyfriend, right? I have Zack to thank for showing me that it often isn't the case. Guys like that always seem to think they're Duckie from Pretty in Pink when they're actually Steff."


-Mara Wilson, Where Am I Now?: True Stories of Girlhood and Accidental Fame

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