This blog is good because it allows me to look back at how I felt.
To look back and remind myself how difficult it was for me.
To remind me to be harder, more resilient.
These are the things I don’t text them. Things I tell them. Things I don’t Snapchat them.
The things I don’t omit.
I’m not sure how much it works but it helps.
S said he was scared of commitment.
When I was with him I sat in front of a mac and it told me my fortune was happy love that’s just around the corner.
S looked scared of the word.
I’m trying to play it cool with S.
I don’t know how long it will last.
S told me last night he’s scared of commitment.
It’s difficult to see past a mans track record.
But when I’m with S it’s when I spend the most time away from my phone.
I’m not looking for a man to fix anything in me, but S has his subtle way.
I’ve come to the Carribean sea and I’m finding it difficult.
I needed this break from dating, but I also miss dating.
Today I posted a love letter.
I did it to be romantic.
It’s hard to be romantic when they Snapchat you ten minutes later.
Romance is dead.
I am at the pleasant in between stage with S.
I wrote a letter telling S I wanted him to be my boyfriend but I didn’t send it.
I didn’t send it because who even reads letters these days.
Things are getting serious.
S will hurt me but it’s fun to go for this ride with him.
It’s harder to recover from the first one than I thought it would be.
It’s only with the next one I realise this.