I’ve been reading my old journals for most of the day, and it’s kind of making me cry. I am PMSing, but still. Sometimes I think about my first relationship and I get so sad because we were unbelievably, immeasurably compatible and it all got fucked up so quickly. I’ve often wondered what would’ve happened if we’d met at a different time or if we’d been emotionally mature enough back then to make a real relationship work.
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