Blahhh it’ll have been a year soon :(

I remember everything like it was yesterday. I remember our first conversation, to the day we broke up. I remember our first kiss and how nervous I was, our first date, when. I first met his family, when he met mine. His life was so screwed up, yet felt so perfectly normal. I loved being part of his world. I miss being his everything. I hated the fact he never got help from a therapist, but I loved being his life. I loved feelings important to someone. I loved everything about him even his flaws. Everything was just perfect with him. If I could take back any fight it’d that one that broke us up. I’d still be with him I think :(




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