I feel strange today, remembering things out of nowhere.
I hate the whole experience.
One of the things I hated the most were his stupid break up songs. How he admitted that he didn't deserve me but couldn't say it to my face.
There was so many things he didn't say.
But now it doesn't matter because even him saying them doesn't change anything.
Even if he'd properly apologized and even if I had accepted him back... we had so many things that made it complicated. It was a lot for me.
Sometimes I wonder if I would give him a chance in the new world... but I don't think so. I'm never gonna like Hockey, or country, or the things he liked, or get over the difference in our communication, differences in love language, differences in goals, and everything else I haven't mentioned, we couldn't connect in any way and yet we tried to make it work. Isn't that crazy?
I was so in love with that guy that none of those things mattered to me. Nothing.
But now I see they should matter, you should be able to connect with someone in at least one thing.
