matters of the....
More often than not, we use our hearts, and later regret when shit happens.
I wouldnt say the four years of being with my favourite bigarms was shite. But oh well, when after four long years and there's seemingly not going to be a happy ending, you know that you've hit the cross-road. We chose the slightly sadder route, and many times I would wonder to myself if this could have been avoided altogether if from the start I listened to my not so clever bimbo brain.
But oh well. At least i've no regrets or whatsoever. It was a good four years, and thanks for loving me the way you did. Sometimes it was tough love, but at least I grew up (slightly) from it. One thing remains, I'm still a whiny person ! hahha