Thoughts

I was thinking about one of my exes from high school who is also named Patrick (O).

He was an asshole and he knew it. Everyone knew we were together because I was so nice and he was so mean. 

I love the thought that one day, Patrick O. and every other mean boy that I met will grow up to be like my Patrick.

Kind, sweet, compassionate and so determined to help others. It really warms my heart that people could mature into such self-improving people like him.

I saw someone riding a bike today, the hunched-over kind like Patrick does. I really love that I have all these memories to visit, they keep me company.