Why is it when we care about someone our lives tend to revolve around them. Even in the tiniest bits.
I am no longer an angsty teen or a hormone crazed school leaver.
The ex has shown up again 3 times now post op. (15 March) and its been fun hanging out at home. Watching tv, chatting. Like a real life relationship without the perks.
He has also just moved back home and survived a horrid divorce.
he was the dude everyone in highschool wanted, sexy, smart and funny.
14 years post highschool and he makes me feel giddy and exciting.
I hope this leads to something meaningful and not justa Mr right now.
As for other stupidities. MY name is Aasia- which means I fuck up all the time.
[when i say fuck up, I mean make mistakes, fall, break stuff and accident prone. GRowing up my nickname was broken Sara]