It’s so funny now that time has passed.
It’s crazy that that I didn’t realize how stupid, emotional, and codependent I was.
I lay here tonight watching being Mary Jane (a little tipsy), and I’m reminded of my first love.
Well actually I’m not quite sure if it was love that kept me returning.
But anyway, it’s kinda funny now. Sorta embarrassing, but we’ve all been victims of love.
I think about the lessons I’ve learned.
The maturity I’ve gained.
The love I’ve lost
and the love I’ve found.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.