joeys pov

I wake up on the couch with a sore pain in my jaw. I grab hold of it and quickly remember the events of yesterday evening.

Flashbacks of Alex punching me, along with him leaving. I smile at that, just happy i am free from that toxic relationship with Alex.
Though my smile is mixed with a frown, knowing I wasted 2years with that man.

I lift myself from the couch, walking toward the small kitchen in my apartment.
Though, without Alex it feels much more large and much more like 'home'.
Once I reach the kitchen,

I grab my box of cereal, and honey. ( ;) )

I pour the cereal into the plain white bowel, the sound of the cereal filling the bowl filling the kitchen. I quickly pour the milk in, starving.
I grab my honey, the bear shape making me feel of home.

I finally pour my honey in, my mind snapping.
Daniel.

I instantly remember running off from him, because of Alex.
I sigh, wishing I could turn back time and completely ignore the call I got from Alex.
It would of been perfect, in the diner we shared our best moments at?

I sit down on my couch, slowly drifting to sleep
as I try planning to go to the diner tomorrow, praying my green eyed boy would be there.

any of y'all remember the honey in your cereal?

Fun Fact : that's based off of a real thing me and my girlfriend share ❤️❤️