Here I am. Not knowing what to do. Should I wait for him. Should I spend a year or two of my life waiting for someone who might not even come back? Or should I go. Go off into the world and find someone else. But that's the thing, you can't look.
I remember back in kindergarten, after my first relationship. His name was Brandon and we were engaged. And by that I mean he got down on one knee and presented me with a ring pop. I said yes of corse I mean, at that age you can't be picky.
That's the thing though, boys always kinda threw themselves at me, I was
never the outgoing type.
It's Sunday now, and Faith left this morning. I'm laying on my bed, wanting to give up on him. You know when it feels like the right thing to do? Yeah well I can never seem to go trough with it. I think I'm going to this time.
