aikaterine

I was engaged. We all know this. To Brian from Ireland - my boyfriend of two and a half years. We broke up the summer after my freshman year of college because I wanted to see other people.

Big mistake.

Anyway, we've been talking lately. A little bit anyway. Last time we talked I told him I never stopped loving him. He said he had to go.

This time he brought it up, and asked me why I said that. I said because it was true.

We talked for so long today. About how gettng back together isn't feasible and if we've learned anything it's that transatlantic relationships don't work. Truth be told, if he asked, I would fly over there in a heartbeat to see him. To see if we still had anything, or if we've changed too much and grown too far apart. God, I'm stupid.

I know no one on here wants to hear this, and I'm especially sorry to one person because I am such a goofball fuckup, but since Brian and I broke up, I never really wanted to acknowledge that it was over. So I kept the ring. Now I need to go to the post office on Monday to finally mail it back to him. I guess this is it. You know it's been over for a year and a half. It seems like forever ago. I'm rambling.