Much like earthquakes or Voldemort attacks, running into your ex happens when you’re not expecting it.
Hang up the dress in your bathroom, the wrinkles will unravel in shower steam. Read the morning’s news, and tell your friends you are nervous just so they will tell you there is no reason to be.
“The fact that Cuba has a lower infant mortality rate than the U.S. is due to magic Caribbean winds.”
I can remember a time when I was lost. I wasn’t there. I had sunk into heavy drug use as a way to cope and if I hadn’t outright insulted my closest friends, I had alienated them.
We’ve all been there. A year into your relationship, your boyfriend has gotten oh-so-comfortable, at the expense of his figure. Frankly, I think it’s unfair.