I thought if I wrote this it might seem more real to acknowledge the fact that its been two years since my first fulltime serious boyfriend and I dated. I mean the rest were great, but i didnt get to see them very often.I blame that on purgatory.
So its his birthday and I remember two years ago when we were dating i promised him an orange, I gave him nothing, I haven’t given him anything since.But I miss him,not cause I’m hanging on but cause there’s this past I dont want to forget cause it taught me so much. And its the last thing I remmber before dating ben,before changing,before the sadness,before the real lies kicked in.
So this post is mostly dedicated towards my x, his probably turning 24 right now, gosh knows i really don’t know his age that well.I guess his waiting, like the rest of the world, to see what dramasque will give him.
Nothing is not an option anymore. You try to ignore the heat but its staring you right in the face, whats a girl to do?
Oh well,until the proper fire hits me, i wont get burned….what a joke.