Sometimes you have to grow apart from people you love to see if there’s any hope of growing back together.
But I couldn’t keep waiting, wishing and hoping while compromising my self-respect.
You don’t have FOMO
Plans you’ve been looking forward to all week, they back out hours before with some BS excuse you accept but don’t like.
Some people questioned all the marks up and down your forearms but you were just in season. And eventually, it stopped hurting.
I’m afraid to be a girlfriend because I know I’ll love every minute of it.
The guy you deserve is the one who proudly introduces you to his friends and family and they love and accept because they’ve already heard so much about you.
You end up in a relationship with someone who openly weeps every time an animal commercial comes on.
But the thoughts that consume me more as time has passed are all the good memories we had.
They hate him for you because your heart can’t seem to.