Today I decided to take a photo of my own choice and thus I’ve incorporated the words, ‘own choice,’ into my writing too. Enjoy! 😊
The apartment had been something I knew I wanted from the very start. Nothing else was my own choice but that had been. I insisted on it. There was no way he was going to take that view away from me once I’d seen it. I’d rather lose him. I hadn’t lost him as such. I’d dumped him and I felt a hell of a lot better.
As I sat on the balcony sipping my can of beer and taking a deep drag on my cigarette every now and then, I smiled to myself. I was home again and it felt bloody good.