One of the hardest decisions you'll ever face in life Is choosing whether to walk away or try harder. Our conversation tonight: Me: maybe someday we'll be like titanic. Or maybe someday it'll be like the ranch again. Tate: (turning over in bed) it will be, you'll see Me: it better be soon. We're running out of time. If he only knew how true that was. I want so desperatly for thing to be like they were when we lived at the ranch. Every part of me misses that place and the people we were there. We were so in love. We were so passionate about each other always had our hands all over each other. We fought all the time but neither of us ever wanted to leave. He was so good for me. He knew how to handle me. Knew what I needed, even when I didn't. We had so many good adventures. Did some random stuff. And it all started at the ranch. I broke up with 2 guys I was dating at the time to be with him. He was the one. When I was with him I didn't miss Chris I finally didn't hurt anymore. I want it to be how it was. But I don't know how. And really if he even cares to. It breaks my heart to think of what we had at that stupid silly house. I would give anything to go back! I miss the Ranch. I miss my best friend. It's been a long time.
12:04 a.m. - 2012-06-16
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