ihop

     If someone had told me back in November, that three months later I'd be sitting net to her in ihop, eating pancakes, but it would take getting your heart as close to broke as ever, would I be happy? Damn right I would. Am I? Not so much, but I try not to dwell on it, not wipe it from my memory, but keep it lodged there. Because I don't regret it, regardless of how shitty I may have felt, because it made me who I am now, and I'm the better person for it, or at least I like to think that.