She said excuse me little homie, I know you don't know me but my name is Wendy and i like to blow trees and from that point he never blew her off.

9 months. 9 full months. less than a year, more than enough..
it's been all here.. laughters, looks, smiles, questions, grins, tears ,changes happiness, wellness, confusion, ilness, ambition, deception, enthusiam, control, euphoria, hate, maybe love, hate again..it's been all here..
lonely nights, rush to catch a dream, comforting sundays, long hours, stressful moments, lazy evenings, soulstorms,good choices, bad choices, no choices..

and it's like you're leaving something behind every time you switch places,
it's confusing not to know whether you're happy or not to go back,
you don't really know which is which..

p.s. and even the greatest mistake still beats the hell out of the never trying.
p.p.s. denial is not a river.it's a freakin' ocean.