I know what you are all thinking … me fucking yet another neighbor across the street. Why? Like I didn’t learn from the last heartbreak of living next to my ex I don’t give a shit about.
Prior me going to Colombia I would think there were times I did think about him. Then during my crazy sexcapade in Colombia I stopped thinking about him … only to really miss him again. A sense of longing and wanting.
Now that I’m back I feel like every moment spent with him is even more important. I remember laying on his chest telling him how much I care.
I think I’m in love