I finally thought this time felt different. Real. This time, was finally the way life was suppose to go. Like how everyone else seems to have it. You find your soul mate not trying to make them your soul mate. AND being with them, with no worries or fear, was suppose to make everything else come together. There were no forced expectations on each other or anything. It was the bliss of living and doing things together.
But how does something so good just suddenly fall apart? And how does it keep happening over and over again?
lone lady gatsby 