he was the closest thing I ever had to true love irl, it lasted about 3 years on and off frequent sex and adventures and attempts at living together and all of that. lots of drama and lots of fun. he proposed but every time we got too close to being fully committed to each other we would break up
i just felt like reminiscing
its my fault. i do this. why cant i want normal and healthy relationships? why is it so boring to me and why is the opposite so much more enjoyable