you think you're immune to such things as the dreamy doctor in blue scrubs.
you're not susceptible to such cliches. you're...(dare you say it), better than that.
and one morning you wake up and life is as it's always been.
and you climb the hill to subway. the hill that you've climbed so many times before.
and then there in the distance, on the corner, is the cut of a man. a man in that unmistakable blue. and you get it. you finally get that thing that has for so long eluded you. and as edith piaf would say, heaven have mercy.
and everything is different and life has humbled you. because yes. yes. you too love the cliche.