I look at pictures of us and it feels like it wasn’t me. And that they little blonde girl who was hopelessly in love was another person. It’s a strange feeling. But I don’t mind it. I used to try and numb myself from it all but really, it’s just that I have moved on. I am happy. I have my life back. It’s great. And this time, I am going to make it count. Well. I always make each experience count and I know that it will never happen again. No way. But good to know that I can live through.