I hate the kind of decisions that one of two people that you truly love will get hurt no matter what you choose.
Why couldn’t I have gotten struck by lightning at that exact point in time so I didn’t have to choose? :/
I’ve been thinking about my ex’s little brother lately. He has Autism. I remember, when I would go over, he’d yell on the phone (or at least I thought it was on the phone) and argue about the strangest things. He’d toss things and physically fight his brother.
But he was so kind when he wanted to be. I remember how happy his brother made him. He was so proud. He was always so happy to see him, like when a child’s mom or dad comes home, he’d jump for joy.
I wonder how he’s doing…
A little part of me enjoyed being bitter. It gave me an excuse to be a jerk to people.
You’re a fucking prick. You’re never gonna find “the love of your life” if you don’t get your shit together…
because I realized that last Christmas, I asked Santa for a Valentine.
And I got my boyfriend instead. :’) ♥
I’m at a happy place. I have what most girls would want in a relationship. I have a loyal, kind, thoughtful, handsome boyfriend that loves me and treats me like a princess. I couldn’t ask for more.
He puts me first. He tells me everything he feels. He isn’t afraid to hold my hand in front of our friends. My family likes him.
I can’t even list all the things I love about him.
He’s just the best thing that’s ever happened to me.