Dear Love of My Life,
Yup. It has been seven years. Seems so long ago, yet just yesterday when I was moving into that dorm room down the hall from that tall blonde boy with the ponytail. (Yes, world, he had a ponytail.)
You know what I loved about you? Everything. Well, after the ponytail. I didn’t love that. And the handlebar mustache period. Everything else, though, I loved. I swear.
Incidentally, I could never seem to quit you. I’d date other people or even live on a different continent, but you… Seeing you always felt like coming home. It didn’t even matter the circumstances, I just wanted to exist together. Read the rest of this entry »