The only designer you know is Forever 21.
I wish you’d met me then, back when I was happier or younger, or Hell, I don’t know. Just different. Back when I accepted love instead of pushing it away.
I promise that my heart will only beat for you if you allow it to. My love will be unlimited, unconditional, and it’s only going to know your name.
“She closes her eyes and she goes, ‘F–k!'”
Today, right at this very moment, I have decided that I am done with unrequited love. I’ve had enough of it. I am done chasing, I am done vying for someone’s attention, I won’t beg for time and I will never let someone trample on what’s left of my barely-glued-back-together heart.
I think I still like you and I’m sorry.
“From a purely aesthetic standpoint? No, not really.
They’re kind of unattractive.”
I think so many of us give ourselves such high (almost unrealistic) exceptions for each new year, I blame the silly tradition of “new year’s resolutions” that make us feel unsuccessful if things don’t turn out the way we planned.
Green lights. Perfect timing. Music goosebumps. Delicious coffee. Effortless friendships.
I can only hope that you now have the highest standards in what guys who desire to date you should do.