This Christmas I got the stupidest present ever.
My sister gave me three fake pears. And that was it. What the hell?
I gave her bath bombs, that's way better than a fake pear.
Tomorrow night is the big tobogganing party.
Lately I've been thinking a lot about the terrible crazy break up and heart break.
It was with my first true love too, which made everything way more intense. Plus I haven't had strong feelings for someone in a long time.
And she also happened to be an exceptional kisser.
When she kissed me the whole world fell away. It was just that kind of a kiss. And she was just amazing, totally smart, funny, kinda morbid in a cool way. I really did have serious hopes about her. We just fit really well together.
I miss her. I would've married her.