History really does have a habit of repeating itself. As one ex is now a figment of my past, another one just walked back into my life, by way of the front door at Shari's. This is no mere ex, this is the Original Ex. My first love. The one in which I gave my, then, unweary heart, my first kiss, and my pure self. He had all of me. Now I am broken,
(
Read more... )
Comments 2
Jonathon
Reply
-yet another ex
Reply
Leave a comment