Three years ago I thought I was in a really good place with my "ever-supportive" boyfriend. 🥰 We had-all and did-all, whenever we wanted.
Post-covid seclusion wasn't so kind.
It all fell apart. 💔
He has someone else now, and a baby.
I moved 500+ miles away.
We are still friends.
Are we?, or does he just need my help?
I help him 'cause I miss him even though I should've set him on fire.
It's bittersweet.
Life goes on.
Oh yeah ... Chaos Coordinator?? Cause I'm really good at it.
No comments:
Post a Comment