This is why I'm constantly explaining to my family that I need to find the perfect career. One that I will enjoy. Because I don't believe in the statement "everyone hates their job". I don't want to be part of that.
Best day of my life. I still remember it so clearly. He was this cheeky, intelligent, painfully handsome and incredibly charming man with a wicked sense of humour, a rad sense of style and a soul made of the same stuff as mine. Love at first sight. Everything fell into place and made complete sense. The rest is history <3
I've got shit to say, wounds to heal, & need to still wrap my head around the fact that our dreams will never be, but I would never wait & I would never feed his ego like that. Never wait for who had the heart to crush you. Why? Do you think it will be different?