When I moved to California, I was finally in a really good place. Mentally and physically. It was the dream I had wanted since I was in fifth grade. I had finally made it happen. I was completely happy. I feel this played a very important role in my ability to finally open myself up to love. I had never truly wanted an actual relationship before. There were plenty of reasons, but when I moved to California, I was finally ready. What I never saw coming was the fact that I would fall so deeply, so quickly for someone who lived 2000 miles away. I was living three fucking blocks from the ocean in goddamn paradise, and after about a month, my heart was somewhere else completely.
This is my blog. This is my outlet. I’m tired of not writing personal posts because of whoever may read them. I’m laying it all out there from here on.
I am still completely in love. We have our rough patches, yes, and I’ve been having a stupidly difficult time adjusting, but there is nothing I’ve ever wanted more in my entire life. I left one dream for an entirely different one, and I’m ready to do whatever it takes to live out OUR perfect dream together.
I am the biggest egotistical, self-loathing, hate-driven optimist that the world has ever seen