Siiigh. Happens to me every time. Why do I expect good things?
3 years ago tonight, I asked my then boyfriend if he wanted to be in a relationship, if he wanted to continue to fight for us…or if he wanted to call it quits. At this point, we had been in a 3.5 year relationship.
He said “I don’t know.”
So I walked away. Why should I stay with someone who didn’t [and couldn’t] tell me how they felt?
And I’ve never regretted that moment.
Three years later, I have a man who loves me, respects me and continually teaches me how to be a better person. And I couldn’t ask for anything more. Here’s to the future.
Came across old photos of the ex today while organizing photo albums. I’m normally not one to quote T.Swift but…
"As far as I’m concerned, you’re just another picture to burn."
Suddenly, and unexpectedly,
you were here.
Strong tendrils of smoke,
tinged with the ever familiar
musk of your cologne
wafted into my nose (into my brain)
And in a flash, I was overcome
with your memory.
Your tall lanky memory
dressed in leather and chucks.
Lighter in the front pocket, cigs in the jacket.
It’s amazing how comfortable (and uneasy) a smell can make one feel.
do u ever just wanna kiss someone so bad but u cant because of this thing called “distance”
wish I could take this advice