Precious

It is currently in the month of November, and this year thus far has been a turbulent one. I have fought for things which I had thought I wanted and/or needed, sacrificing time for them when I should actually be dealing with my priorities (e.g. school), loved and lost and love again, found and met an old love, relinquished my guilt of never saying the things I should have said to him, and staying out till the sun rises when I never particularly liked staying up, much less out.

Even though I never had enough time to study for my previous semester as I was surfing through a tough wave termed relationship, my GPA rose. I got my scholarship in the same semester.

I have experienced a particularly horrid lesson this year though. It is one that my Mom had always been telling me since young, and even though I have watched the exact same scenario unravel, I was never unfortunate (or should I say fortunate) enough to have it happen to myself.

When a guy loves you, he loves you. And no matter what happens, he will still think that the sun shines out of your lovely ass.