I like beginnings because they’re so full of promise. The first page of a book, the first day of a job, the first time you buy yourself flowers, the first date with a new man, the first touch, the first kiss, the first kick of a good liquor, the first moment you hold your own baby. I like beginnings because I know there’s always more to come.
I know it’s over, and it never really began, but in my heart it was so real.
Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am