so i scroll mine and Steves ‘friendship’ on our facebook tmeline. I see when we started dating. Looking at the things we’d share, and how we’d speak with each other.
But to the point I get; I could be bitter towards him, what happened, his ex, but I’m not. as of today I’ve come to the realization that I’m actually very thankful for the small version of what I called; hell. You see, if none of that had taken place the relationship we share wouldn’t have become so strong as it is now. We wouldn’t care about each other the way we do now, or hold each other in such high respects. Our love for each other was tested, and prevailed
. I’ve caught myself looking down at others relationships, pitying people for the shitty things that happen to them and how they let themselves be treated. Because through all this, I may have dealt with some pretty shitty things, but I don’t think I ever let myself get treated poorly, because I never took things in a dark negative manner. I’m happy
my eyes are actully pretty bright blue, but somehow in pictures they look black a lot. Oh ya, my dermal looks like a blackhead. time to buy a new top for it