He doesn’t remember little things about you. He never really comments on the little things that make you, well, you.
You have trouble slowing down. You like to move fast, and when something demands you to slow it down to do it properly, you tend to really struggle.
So allow yourself to fall and crumble. Let it all bleed, and let life happen. Because it’s also important to note that it’s not always going to be this bad.
She deserves someone who treats her heart like the force of nature that she is, the all at once brave and fragile entity that keeps her loving without hesitation and open for something more.
Old souls are not interested in playing hard to get or partaking in the chase. In fact, they find the rules of modern dating to be absolutely exhausting.
When you love someone with depression, never delegitimize their suffering. Because it is this undermining of mental illness that keeps the stigma alive.
I wish all the words we shared were as honest and raw as the ones that escape from our lips during one night’s end and one morning’s beginning.
You consider reaching out to him, and asking him how he’s been, and maybe if he’d like to get together. But you know better than that. You know how these things go.
Live with intention.
Do more shit you’re bad at. You could get good at it. You could still suck, but the point is the experience is humbling and hopefully fun.