后来你娶了理想
我嫁给了户对门当
爱与不爱又何妨
Why do I feel like this is deja fucking vu. Magical 'at least 3 months' is real. Even if we have been good friends for a few years, vibed like crazy all along, the magical 3 months rule really still fucking does wonders. I don't want anything from anyone, I don't even know what I want; but I think I really just dam PTSD from lack of communication? Maybe it's a me problem that's why this keeps happening to me? Zzz ok I will go and reflect again.
