a huge part of me refuses to accept it, you’re gone. I know we decided that we should move on, but at times I just can’t. this distance fucked us up, the army messed me up, this whole damn thing is completely my fault. I shouldn’t have left just yet. I should’ve seen exactly what I had when I had it, I should’ve taken some time, I should’ve stayed… but I didn’t, I know. There’s nothing we can do to change that, there’s no turning back. What’s done is done, that chapter is closed. it is what it is.

"if you have a muffintop, you shouldn’t be eating a muffin"

"private, why are your shoes soo bright?!.. it looks like you shoved your foot up a highlighters ass!"

when all is said and done, it always comes back to you. at the end of the night, you’re the only thing on my mind. When I wake up, I think about us. Exactly one year ago, it was us. Just the two of us against the world. Just you and I. I miss that. I’ve realized that you were possibly the true meaning of my heart. I know what I did was inevitable, there’s nothing I can do to change that. It happened, but Im learning.