the one that got away.

The fact is, I realize you are not worth waiting for. Anymore. Alright?

So bye.

p/s: I should really get myself a new blogskin. Terribly. Really.

I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart. Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can't believe ours didn't go on forever. - Dear John, Nicholas Sparks.