45 Days of Summer….this is the length of…hmmm not sure what to call it a “fling”…a short-term romance… or the shortest love story known to mankind.
It’s been over for a month…but still stings like a b****. Is it possible that a very short encounter like this…can change your view of how you felt or thought how it feels like to be in love?
Why do we f****** panic when we experience happiness that we want to validate that feeling so we end up suffocating it and when its gone….we are literally suffocating cause its no longer there!