I recently broke up with my boyfriend of three years, it happened in what I can only describe as the most fitting way. We met at a New Year party four years ago and it was at a New Year party that it ended, with our last kiss at the midnight bells. It sounds almost romantic, no?
I'm a uni student, a first year, I invite you to follow me on my journey of love. I always expected that I would meet my future husband at uni. Is that strange? Share my tears my smiles my heart. I suppose Ill be a young Bridget Jones, just with much smaller and prettier pants.
