Our relationship appeared prefect, and for the most part it was. But we fought sometimes. And it sucked. A lot.
*2 years ago*
Out of all of our small bickers, we've only had 3 big fights.
'The Battle of the Pasta/Stress' is what I like to refer to the fight where I threw rocks in the pond as. After that I started going to the pond more. I loved it there. It was peaceful. It was mine. My special place.
'The Battle of the Christmases" was last year when both of our families invited us for Christmas dinner and I didn't want to go to my moms, but he was trying to force me. I got pissed.
'The Sheets War' happened during our first weekend at NYU. We went to Ikea to buy a table and bed sheets but we could. Not. Agree. On. Anything. We both ended up spending the night away from each other. It was awful.
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When It All Comes Crashing Down
Romance"They say when you're dying, your whole life flashes before your eyes. But for me, it was a few good memories, but also my biggest regrets. And as the plane crashes down I can only think of one thing, him and how much I fucked up. Before I get into...
