It was not strange for me to be kissing strangers or boys I felt didn’t matter. It was weird the lack of guilt I felt when one fling over-lapped another. I think I mostly felt guilty for having not felt guilty.
What’s odd is how fate gives you choices and paths to take and how they lead you from one person you thought you would spend your life with to another who surprised you and made you feel again.
It’s strange how easily my hand fits in his and how foreign the idea of your’s is to me now. I don’t hear your laughter when I think of happiness; I hear his. I don’t see dark brown eyes when I close mine to go to sleep; I see iceberg blue.
Ask me a year ago who I would love a year from then and I would’ve said you. I would’ve been wrong. I wouldn’t believe anyone had they told me I would be calling someone else’s name.