silverrevolver

So is it a normal occurrence to realise the most important things in hindsight?

I think the love of my life is a girl back in Portland. I've known her since 2006 and we've been creeping slowly back into each other's heads over the past year. In the end it hit me like a runaway truck. Bam. She's the girl. So very weird the way things work out. Trouble is, she's getting her PhD and I'm not going back to America to live, not ever. So we have 3 years to wait. These days, second best is just not good enough. So i settle with two visits a year, I saw her last in February in Portland and see her next in September when she visits me here.


How cute are we, seriously!?

It feels like this song