I’m so mad at myself for opening up to someone so soon. Even when I didn’t mean to open up, I still did. And I just hurt myself in the end. The thoughts are in my head, and it’s not like you did anything to put them there. I thought of the what ifs and the maybes and believed it wouldn’t affect me. But you always seem to be that guy I run to when my heart breaks. You’re always gonna be that what ifs and my almost.
Back then it was the right guy wrong timing shit.
Now it’s the right time with the right guy. We just had to fall apart to fall together.
And now it’s been a whole year since you’ve asked me to marry you. How crazy life has been.



















