Its almost 3am in the morning and I am determined to head for the gym tomorrow with no excuses. Pretty awkward because I suddenly thought about my ex-boyfriend. You know you don't talk about someone who has done quite a lot of damage in your life because looking back at the past feels like rubbing your hand on a scar. It doesn't hurt anymore but it brings back a lot of memories. Slowly in time, you don't think about them anymore but it doesn't mean you have forgotten about them. I thought about how our relationship started and ended in such a short period of time. I thought about the mistakes that we made. The things that felt like it was meant to be at that time but didn't turn out the way we expected it to be. I thought that was love. Or rather 'we' thought it was love but in all reality we were honestly too young to wrap our head around such a big word. Love. Who were we kidding right? We thought we knew exactly everything about it. Now, lookin...
I can't speak my mind because I'd offend you.