Your poor liver.
So if I become an alcoholic would that really be such a bad thing? What do I have to offer anyway?
How do you guys even find my blog? My blog is like whaaaaa nowadays. Idek what the hell it is
is that you’re moving on so quickly as if the last year never happened. As if you never said the words “I love you” to me. As if you never had those feelings.
Despite a year of constant communication, talking for hours over the phone, texting nonstop, and facetiming, you told me that - based on a completely failed trip - we aren’t compatible in person. The fact is, we were never given a real chance to find out. Your conclusion is predicated entirely on the bad experience of that trip. I made a lot of mistakes and wasn’t myself. But I think I should have been given a chance to show you who I really am. I wish you would give me that chance. Until you reflect and realize the effects Nashville had on you, then you’ll never be able to understand what went wrong. And I wish you won’t throw away an entire year and all the special moments we had simply for a guy who’s closer and more convenient.