I'm lucky I have a sense of humor when it comes to irony or I'd be a lot more disapointed a lot more of the time.

I knew he wasn't Prince Charming. Now, I know it for sure. I'm glad I've seen some of that ugly side because now I can actually sleep without being so damn excited about seeing him. Tomorrow, I "make a move" and tomorrow, I move on or move forward. I'm excited still. Nervous still. But a lot more apathetic. I miss the engery I felt, the tingeling everywhere, can barely think feeling. One day. It's always one day.



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