If things go horribly wrong, it's all my fault.
Im going to pay for ignoring my intuition,
it's a done deal.
A year later and here I am...
I love him as much as I did then, if more.
Tuesday was my nineteenth birthday.
I hoped to receive an early morning
phone call from him, in which he'd
wish me a happy birthday and tell me
how much he truly adores me.
Or even a simple message or email.
Shit, a 'Happy Thanksgiving!' would
have been nice.
Nothing.
Simply, nothing.
I am not bitter and I am not mad.
In fact, it doesn't matter.
I have the one man in this world
that I absolutely adore.
Wouldn't trade him for the entire WORLD.
Today I am thankful for my family and the few true friends that I have, my health, my education, my retail therapy I took care of this morning, and my lover who's across the globe. Despite my bitchiness and passive aggression, I am thankful that I am a well rounded, rational person.
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