On this date you seperated yourself from me. And said "you haven't changed, you sleeping with guys you just met was all you knew because that's what we did, on that wharf."
And that hurt me because that isn't the truth, just your perception. But that's ok I guess.
On this date I cried in the girls bathroom at uni and called it allergies. Then proceeded to sit in the library red-faced, puffy-eyed and do my study.
On this date I went to his house and we kissed and cuddled and snuggled until all hours of the night and proposed that "we should date". I had a goofy grin for the rest of the day, even when you dropped me off home.
So on this day, 22.03.18, I like to call it my day of new beginnings.