My old best friend turned 21.
He made me a different person. He was the first boy to ever put his hand on my thigh, hold my hand, and talk about marrying me. Okay, so he was the only boy to do any of those things.
The truth is... that I miss him. And I wonder all the time how things would be if I had handled things differently with him.
I once told him that my biggest regret was when I let him go. Or pushed him away, depending on how you look at it.
I hope that he's doing well. I hope that he's happy. I hope for him.
Welcome, Minnie!!
5 months ago
2 comments:
You should maybe disclose his name to me at some point.
Who is that? =)
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