You put yourself out there. You risked your emotions, you became vulnerable, and by investing your happiness in a completely different person outside yourself, you took a huge leap of faith. Sometimes we fall from those.
Why do we constantly try to define it, and chase it, and turn it into some quantifiable and commodified THING? Why do we think one person — the person we dub “cool” in the moment — has the answers?
“If a girl is wearing a white tank top, like the ones from Target or whatever, it’s the hottest thing in the world.”
It’s a turn-off to a lot of people.
Chocolate. Covered. Potato. Chips.
Always being the person who initiates everything.
It hurts to realize that not only are you not needed by someone who you so desperately need, but that you’re not wanted, either. And all we ever really want is to be wanted.
The humility to admit when they were the one who screwed up, and enough love for you to give you the apology you deserve with absolutely zero strings attached.
Just because she runs around in sweats and spandex all the time doesn’t mean she doesn’t like an excuse to get dressed up every once in a while.
Go to a museum, see a band or a sports game live, or watch a play or a musical. Experience culture without the help of an illuminated screen.