So many times that we wished we’d met 2 years earlier, gave each other our firsts and never broke up even after that but thinking about it now, maybe this is really our time.

Imagine, if we’d met at that time, this wouldn’t even happen. ‘Us’ wouldn’t even happen. You wouldn’t like me because I’m some immature girl who thinks highly of herself, who’s moody as fuck and an undeniable loud mouth. I wouldn’t like you because you’re arrogant, you crack the lamest jokes and a dork.

I wouldn’t say that this relationship had a great start, because we both even admit that it was really, a bad start. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. If we weren’t both there that night, at that place, there wouldn’t be something between us. Cliche as it may be, but I think this is fate. Ugh, I think I wanna barf just by saying that, but I cannot find any word more appropriate than that. Sick coincidence? Okay, maybe. But it is definitely something. And that something has been running for 3 or 4 months now.

Am I happy? Well, yes. More than I’ve ever been.

Do I regret anything? No, because everything has been beautiful, no matter how embarrassing and frustrating some moments are.

Am I sure with my choice? I’ve never been more sure of anything than this one. 

Do I love him? Yes. Definitely. The more I get to know him, the more it intensifies. Flaws or no flaws, my answer’s still yes.