i always thought that deep down i was a romantic, but after my horrible break up i took a step back and looked at all of my past encounters with boys and i realized how they all ended on bad terms. i had gotten used to turning away from the thought of being in a relationship. sure, i had moments where i wished that i had a boyfriend for whom i too could do cute stuff for but at the end of the day, i was perfectly happy with my single status. relationships are messy and people’s feelings get hurt. a friend of mine told me that in the end, someone would get hurt, but if you’re happy then just be happy and if it ends, then at least you know you tried.
so here i am, fighting the urge to run away because i know that if i did, i would look back and regret not taking that chance to be happy with someone.