I know I can’t save you from this world. Rationally, I know that. No matter how hard I try, something out there is going to hurt.
I do not believe that there is only one person in the world that can make you feel whole. That there is only one perfect complement to the person you have become.
When the person you’re admiring from a safe distance acknowledges, with one quick glance, that they totally know you’re staring at them but they seem totally okay with it so you just keep on watching.
At a certain stage, you have to go beyond the obvious to grow as a couple.
If someone tells you they don’t want marriage and kids, and that they aren’t going to change their mind, please do everyone a favor and listen to them.
And what’s more significant is that “best friend” is often a title that comes with its own profound implications. Calling someone your best friend is not easy, and it’s certainly not a title we give out lightly.
There is no magnifying glass which can quite reach the degree of detail that I want, and so I pull out the microscope: “What is your worst childhood memory?” “What do you love most about yourself?” “Do you want to become like your parents?”