1242 / 3.22.17
I fucked up. I fucked up in the most royal way and I’ve been single ever since we broke up. I’ve been attracted to people and people to me and even got feelings very similar to being heartbroken when I got curved but it’s been whatever. I can’t date. Not officially. Not exclusively. Not seriously. I can’t. I want to be able to tell her one day that I’ve been waiting for her. For us. For the world to let our paths cross again. To meet again. In the meantime I’ll keep keeping busy the way I have these two years. It’s funny how everything I do I do in hopes of making her proud. I know she’s probably growing and succeeding and winning battles inside of her but I can’t help but hope that maybe just maybe she does anything wondering the same thing. I’m proud of you. Always.








