Looking back at my livejournal entries from last summer, I’ve come to realize that I am practically a completely different person.
I have lost a lot of creativity,
I have matured a lot,
I’ve gotten better with attitude,
and I got what I longed for, in every single entry.
It seemed like every entry was about him.
I wanted to be with him so bad.
I felt as if I needed his love
And it seemed like I would never get him.
But who would’ve thought, that I’d have him today?
That I’d have him only 3 months after my long complaining?
That I’d be happier than ever to know he’s here, he’s always going to be.
Who would’ve thought, that every single fight, every single ‘goodbye,’would lead to the most incredible relationship I’ve ever been in?
The best thing about my life?
I wouldn’t of, and I didn’t.
