i still think about you. and you. and you. and you.
at times, i think about what could’ve been.
i live with regret that i didn’t love you as i should’ve.
it makes me wonder how my life, your life would’ve been if i made different choices.
a piece of my heart will always be yours. and yours. and yours. and yours.
i’m going back to work tomorrow.
old me would be fraught with anxiety.
new me could care less.
i love winter
if you really missed me, you should call.
stevie wonder songs bring your face to my mind’s eye.
98 degrees’ the hardest thing reminds me that love isn’t enough.
eagle eye cherry’s stay tonight takes me back to our intensity.
music helps me remember - whether i want to or not.
how true can this be sometimes?
having two husbands makes for an interesting life.
i must admit - i never want to get rid of the sexual fantasies of men i should’ve fucked. i quite enjoy them.
i woke up sad. but i refuse to lay in bed and mope.
i watched the last ever (at least for now) spice girls concert. god, it was awesome.
