Danica Barnett

I got attached. Part of me believed you were someone I could hold on to, and the other part was still nursing my broken heart.

I refuse to settle for something that is less than I deserve.

The relationship seems great, except for the occasional jealous bouts of his, but they are so far and few between that you think nothing of them.

I promise, I will try my hardest to be happy, even if that means allowing someone who isn’t you to make me happy.