It feels right for the first time. It doesnt feel awkward. It just feels right. And it was a lovely day even if a fucker wanted to fuck with my head this morning.
I couldn’t keep it to myself and maybe let you think it could work out. It won’t. I can’t do it anymore and what’s the point of always being afraid that we will repeat the same mistakes. Since the night we had this huge fight, I knew it was over. Even if I told you to think about it and that I will always love you. Of course I will. You were my first. But this is it. I’m happier than ever to not have to deal with it anymore. I was miserable for a whole year and you never seemed to care because you were used to see me cry. We were a mess and we deserve better. If you’re reading this… Please don’t tell me.