In every way he was perfect. Except that he wasn’t. For me.
As much as we hate to admit it sometimes, our exes were once a huge part of our lives. Looking back at my past, as much as there were some bad times, there were good times and often, that can be hard to remember.
As I sit here at home, I think about how there are so many things I wish I could tell them… you know, without it being weird or what not. I want to name names in this post, but I shouldn’t. If –and only if– they are reading this (doubtfully so), they may be able to figure it out. Otherwise, I’ll leave it open to interpretation.