antiprincess

A year ago today (and by a year ago, I mean a logical year ago, last year Easter. And by today, I, of course, now mean yesterday) was what I count as one of the worst days of my life. I spent the evening sobbing, for what seemed like hours. Feeling like I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't think. I think most of me knew it was over from that night. I knew at least that my life would never be the same.

I thought today would be hard. It wasn't. I had a fabulous day with my family, and now I'm at the boy's house, keeping his kitty company while he's at work. He doesn't know I'm here, and will hopefully be very pleasantly surprised to find me in his bed when he comes home.

My mind hardly even strayed to the events of last year, my mind is so totally busy thinking about Tony approximately all the time. And, ya know, even when it did, I wasn't the least bit upset by it. My mom says she thinks Peter did me a favor, and I'm starting to think that maybe she's kinda right. I mean, if Peter and I hadn't of broken up, then I never would have met Tony, and I can honestly say that I wouldn't have given up that opportunity for anything in the world.