Me and him have barely spoken recently, and I can't say I'm particularly bothered.
Well. I am but I know I've got to get over him and get him out of my life. So I'll pretend that I'm ok and maybe one day I'll realise that I am ok.
Bestest mate is having a bit of a poo time at the moment and I just wish I could be there for her more. We're looking at moving in together once I've got my money and stuff sorted out so we've both got something good to look forward too. Money'll be tight but it always is with us, isn't it? Far too much beer and too little saving going on. She's wicked, the greatest, the bestest best mate I could ask for.
"When the sun shines
We’ll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath
I'mma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella "
It's 6 weeks until P comes home from war. It's fantastic, I'm a very happy bunny and I think that if things happen we'll make them work.
He's 100 times better than the housemate and he doesn't lie or make me feel like shit every time we talk. Instead he's been the most amazing person, he makes me smile and laugh, and the only thing that makes me cry is when I remember how far there is between us. But let's not dwell on the fact he's around 3,700miles away from home and from me. Just the fact that he's been really good to me, he puts a smile on my face, and he never judged me when i finally admitted the baby thing to him. I'm still scared though. I don't want to fall again, and get hurt again, I just can't do it.