as much as i hate it, fact is, im still in love with you.
fucking hell.
least i had the balls to hand you a proposition. that which i'll never regret.
only thing about it is, after said proposition, i realised that, even if you had agreed, i would never have been able to go through with no-strings-attached anything.
not with you, not with anyone.
im sad and disappointed i will never be a part of your growth.
exactly a year ago, all you wanted was to be with me.
oh how things have changed.
on a side note, it has been confirmed that i want(ed) to live in melbourne cos i wanted to - it was never because of you. you were (at that point) a bonus.
i just need to be over you.
i need to relove melbourne. and life.
