In the past year I’ve been to hell and back. from being broken up with from my teenage boyfriend, to being used by “friends”, falling for guys that would sweet talk me and do cute things just to get in my pants. to being fucked over by your best friend because he didn’t want to lose your friendship so wouldn’t have a relationship with you, but fucked it up by fucking other people, going back out with his ex, betraying you, hurting you and completely destroying you. but no matter what’s happened to me, I remained strong and soldiered my way on. I cut of all ties to said “friends” and people that would hurt me and moved on I may have lost a lot of “friends” and I may have hardly any now but what’s better to have back stabbers as friends or have none at all.
I had completely given up trying with any boys when I fell for jake. we went to a shitty woonona party and he pretended to be my boyfriend for the night so boys would leave me alone, he saved me from getting bashed, and he kept me company all night, we talked for hours, sat near the beach for ages, drove around cuddled, and sung the song cinema to each other. I felt something for him starting from that night, he was so down to earth, cute, caring and genuinely nice to me.
It was weird at first because he wasn’t really someone people thought i would go for and people didn’t think we would ever be the type of people to actually get together but now everyone loves it and “the boys” approve because I don’t control him or make him dog them.
he makes me feel beautiful and he cares for me, he helps me throughout everything in life, he puts me before himself, and he’d do anything for him. I don’t abuse how much he cares for me to get my own way, but I’m grateful for it. I guess it just goes to show you got to kiss a lot of frogs before you get a prince and when you find him it will of been worth the wait.
