Category: muse
Spinning on that dizzy edge
Now that I’m ready to talk about it, I might as well blog about it: Prescott and I ended our relationship earlier this summer. It was difficult and rough, but it was time. We were together off and on for seven years; in that time, even when we were apart, I don’t think we belonged to anyone but each other. I spent over a quarter of my life with that boy, I grew up with him in those seven years. He made me cry, he made me laugh, he drove me insane at times. But I always loved him, and I have no regrets. I always loved him, and I always will. How could I not? He stole part of my heart and has yet to give it back. He is my family and my best friend; he knows me better than anyone else on this earth.
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