I promised myself I’d make this Christmas a happy one, with or without you. Apparently, I couldn’t keep that promise.
I made one wrong move the other day.
You have always been my weakness. You are the only one who can make my walls crumble. And you just did it again. In this battlefield of love, my defenses never work against you. It sucks, because there is no way am I ever going to win this.
Unless some sort of miracle takes place and delivers me from this hellhole.
Mr. Savior, you know who you are. And you are my last chance at happiness.
I just realized that we (technically) broke up exactly a year ago today.
And hey, guess what? My life couldn’t get any better than this. And I couldn’t get any happier.
Cheers to me living the life.