i post.

and 2 minutes later you text me.

hilarious you blame everyone but yourself always. hilarious. man the fuck up.

oh look who has found her way here. i am thinking of you, i always think of you, i can not stop thinking of you even when i am not thinking of you.

but my life is not about you, my life is beautiful. my life is everything i have ever wanted it to be. it is april and in a few days i will be 26. 26 and i was 19 when you draped your arm so casually around my shoulder when we walked those dark streets, the first few minutes declaring we are soul mates. soul mates should be one word not auto corrected to two words.

it would be fucking amazing to know you read this. DO YOU READ THIS? DID YOU EVER?

i am so happy, i am just so happy with where i am, i am exactly where i’ve always wanted to be. there isn’t a diamond ring on my finger, there is no child laughing somewhere, i have not cooked dinner in 4 nights although i have a fridge full of grocery’s because cereal or salami sandwiches sound so much better.

and you? ahahahahah and you. you are not my problem anymore. our matching tattoo is covered up and now it is only MY square. it’s mine just like i am mine. the hours you spend and the way you spend are not my problem, well, they were up until march 2nd when you told.. and at least you told me.

my god, how in love with you i was.