You’ll never know what it was you did that drove him away or what she did that drew him in closer, but one day you will realize that often the things we want to control the most in life, are perhaps the things we should leave to the hands of fate.
I’ve been in my share of long-term relationships, short-term relationships, and FWB situations.
I know it’s scary, but it is in fact perfectly achievable. Think of me as your shepherdess leading you to the land of Milk and Honey, to The Field of Dreams. Heed my words, dream-weavers, and you’ll be on the fast-track to makin’ it with hot, faceless, one-night-stand discards like there’s no tomorrow.
We started off slowly, as any awkward teenage relationship would.
I broke down right after we had Mcdonald’s. I was on a train when a lady approached me and told me not to cry because he’s not worth it.
In a brief moment of clarity, I saw that my love for Max had developed into unprecedented dependence, which was not requited. I could not be without him, but he could be without me if he needed to.
You know it’s wrong to answer when you hear that dreadful ring, but you do answer, every single time, against your better judgment.
They say in order to truly get over someone, you need to forgive and forget.
Getting your heart broken hurts, but I can vouch for the fact that nothing hurts more than knowing how little someone who you would be willing to give the world for cares about you.
And for the first time, reality settles in. You pick your head up and you ask yourself, “Is this what I want to be like for the rest of my life?” You know the answer. Time had to show you.