So I guess you can say Brandon and I started are love story before we even actually meant.
And if you think about it,that's how most stories start.every moment leading up one by one till you meet the one some how that shapes you for the person you were meant to be with.any previous heartbreaks or Lonely nights can be very important in the grand scheme of things- sometimes it helps us to know what something feels like when it's wrong Before we can ever really know it when another thing is right.
So that's why I'm gonna tell you this story,you know "girl meets boy, boy and girl fall in love, get married" have children" and so on.
So now that that's over with let's begin the story.
When I was 20 years old I was working as a waitress at my fathers Mexican restaurant,i meant a man about two years older then I was.
He's the one who came before Brandon.his name was Adam,we dated for two and a half years,we even lived together during the first and last year of are relationship.we moved into a comfortable tiny little two story apartment.are relationship was never terrible he was a good guy, I was a good girl, and we loved each other with all are hearts.but every moment for those two and a half years,I had a nagging,itching,aching felling that he was not the right one for me.as years and years went by he would give me less and less of what I needed.things started to become strained between us two. I was a terrible nag,i see that now.but the problem was him there was just two many things I wanted to change about him.and as I realized that I could never ever change the way he was.so I broke finally broke up with him. we talked and cried for what seemed hours and finally decided that we just weren't meant to be.
He decided that he would move out and let me stay in the apartment.
Once Adam left I thought that I was never going to find love again.
I know it's probably horrible and if it is could you please tell me that so I can change it thanks and have a great day bye😊☺️😃
