When you're a kid and you think about love, you think there is one person for you. One person that is absolutely meant for you. But that's not really true. Looking back on old messages, it's kind of crazy to think about being happy back then. Because of all the shit that happened after, the sour taste a breakup leaves in your mouth. You're forced to forget that you actually were happy. Anyway just thinking that it's crazy how many happy times I've had with great people. I wish I could talk to some people without feeling like I'm opening old wounds. Because no matter what, theres always going to be love.

















