Eight Months

As far as romantic relationships go, eight months is nothing to write home about, I guess. But it was everything to me.

And even now, years later, it's hard for me to try and seperate it out, to try and distinguish the good from the bad, the positive from the negative, picking the mistakes from the things done right.

Because that's what you're supposed to do, right? Learn from it? Be a better person for having gone through it?

Otherwise, what do you have? Eight months of your life that you've wasted.

And that you wouldn't give up for anything.