These will have you locking your doors and looking over your shoulder.
They are just like us, just a person in need of love and assurance.
And maybe this is what love is, to find comfort and security in vulnerability, but to me it was a signal. A call of a siren to run away as fast as I could. And so I did.
Know what is best for you and walk away before it’s too late because chasing a false dream will only lead to heartbreak.
Make a list of all the things that you hate about yourself and plan a way of working on them and then burn the list.
You were my shoulder. You were my person. And, no matter how much we move on, a part of me will never stop missing you.
Stop being so hard on yourself.
You behave like an independent woman who doesn’t need any male support. But inside you are like season 3 Chandler Bing, “I’m hopeless and awkward and desperate for love!”
These few moments will have no significance in the future.
Believe me when I tell you that you are fixable.