It’s odd when you see an ex’s tumblr and all he ever posted on it was how much he loved you, couldn’t be without you and thought you were the one. Then out of no where they cheat on you and it’s over. I don’t miss him, and never will. He’s just a memory now, nothing to me. And I’m glad about that.
So two nights in a row I’ve slept in the same bed as my boyfriend. It doesn’t sound much but when you can’t do it often, waking up to someone you love so much is just the best feeling ever. It’s so comforting and when you see them still sleepy and just woken up, it’s nice, you see the true them.
Plus I can still smell his aftershave on my pillows. BONUS