365 days.

I still think about it everyday.

I wonder what would've been different if I hadn't kissed you that day.

I can't help but think that we'd still have some sort of relationship had that night not turned out the way it did.

So maybe it's a blessing that it happened the way it did...

I mean, it's not like our relationship amounted to anything anyway.

In 12 months, my world completely flipped inside out, turned upside-down, and then found its way back to some sort of equilibrium.

And I'd tell you when, or how, that happened,

But I have no idea.

Somehow I've gotten myself to a point where thinking about him doesn't rip my heart out.

Now I can say that I don't blame him for anything that happened.

I can sit here and say that I'm a totally different person than I was a year ago,

and I can be totally okay with it.

Because of him, because of that night one whole year ago, I can say that I'm happy.

And it's twisted, but I want to thank him.

I want to thank him for every time he made me cry

because without being so low,

I would never have learned to appreciate how fantastic my life is now.

Cheers ♥