sometimes I think meeting him was the most unfortunate thing that has ever happened to me. and yet I know not everything is as it seems to be and one day things will be completely different. I cannot decide whether last night was a complete fiasco or just another of those nights that needed to happen. it is difficult for me to make a choice, if not impossible, when I know my equation will never be balanced if he’s not there to remind me of what’s important. because honestly, he seems to know better. but it’s just a matter of time before one of us turns the other way and I am not sure I want that to happen.