Sometimes it’s easier to not say anything at all. Who knows? Maybe that text message never got delivered and you can go on pretending you never sent it.
The third most sweat inducing experience of one’s life is probably the first date. The first two, of course, being actually talking to the opposite sex in the first place and masturbating while your parents are home.
No one wants that naggy boyfriend or girlfriend that is attached to your hip 24/7. We already have four limbs and we don’t need anymore.
We must choose to fall in love again each morning — find new creases in the same page, new freckles on the same back, new algorithms to the same familiar smile. We must ensure that our love remains a journey.
Such a nonsensical myth can only be the brainchild of angry asian men and bitter white women.
If he cared, or even remotely liked you, he would make it known.
It sounds crazy, but watching Chris, Nick, Josh and Marcus made me think that maybe I’d been going about this whole thing all wrong.
You have to try it.
One or two shouldn’t mean the end of the relationship. Ultimately, if you can’t talk it out, the relationship is doomed.
No, I’ve never felt it like this before. When my lips are on his and our hands are laced together and I can feel the shape of his hips against mine I get the illusion that I am invincible.