Oh, that and the fact that my ex, the one I thought I could've married, the one who sometimes when I'm feeling particularly blue I still dream of meeting up at some point in the future and us getting back together (girls, you know what I'm talking about), got engaged. Awesome. The wonderful gem that he is personally emailed me to let me know before the news got out on all the various social media forums. Big HUGE man points. For reals. We dated for 2.5 years and were best friends for a year before that, and a year after. There was no cheating, no anger.
I have dreamed of this day fairly often over the course of the last 6 years. More often than I would probably care to admit. And I guess I was a bit silly in my belief that I would be the first. The first to move on. To marry. To get my happy ever after. I surprised myself with how well I took it (considering it was at about 5:45am this morning, so I may just have been lacking coffee). I genuinely
I am also currently happy and in love, with a great guy. But I guess a part of me really wanted that perfect ending. He will always be my first great love. Now please excuse me while I open a bottle of wine, and put this on. On repeat. Hello Adele, step in to my living room. Please stay a while.
yours in having a moment, x P