Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things.

It would be two years. I know the grammar sounds wrong, but it's intended. It reflects a certain state of mind. Two years. How much has transpired in this time, I don't begin to keep track of. I only know if there's one thing I will learn to regret, it's doing that one thing to you. You don't deserve it. Plenty of others do, but not you.

It's been proven our memory is selective. We remember all that was golden and paint the rest. Well you were platinum.

I went jogging today, with Littlest Things by Lily Allen on repeat. Nothing better for a rainy, cold, lonely, melancholic night.

Take care.

AnRu reminisced at 12:46:00 AM.