Never worth fighting for.

This week has been surreal. Everything that's happened now seems so distant. Like a nostalgic memory or simple fantasy you rely on to cheer you up when everything else has gone to shit. Subconsciously escaping from reality. Except this was reality, and I loved living every minute of it.

The balloons took up half of the backseat but we stayed there for a while. He didn't think I could wait but it's moments like that that made it easier.

Shame on me.