I want to go back to those days when I had bridges to burn. When I had to prove that I could make it on my own. Back when the money I spent wasn't mine.

I love him. He breaks my heart, he makes me cry, he knows how to fix but he loves another. He loves himself the most. He loves me the least. But he fixes me, without even knowing it. Even without saying anything, I get fixed. And I smile and I feel fuzzy. Even when he tells me about his kid, about his new love, about his selfish passions. Such things fixes me and I don't hate him for it. I could never ever hate him. I only have love for him. And when I'm old, surrounded by the present, I will long for him.

I love him.