as I dug into my tasteless but generous portion of fish soup, I thought of my very first boyfriend. His name is Michael and I met him when I was 14 years old. He gave me a Hunting World Tshirt that was larger than me. And this is all I remember. I cannot remember how we met, why we met and why we don’t know each other anymore.
But all this is insignificant anyway.
What matters to me now is why do some people come into our life for brief moments? And why some stay on?
Do you know?
I asked Timmy two days ago if he ever had his heart broken. First he said he didn’t think so and I asked again “did you ever feel like you couldn’t breath and you felt pieces of your heart inside of you?” Then he said maybe when his first girlfriend left him. She was his JC sweetheart. Long distance was the culprit.
And it was also the culprit for my ex and I. So I like to think.
Again it is insignificant.