I’m asking you to admit your uncertainty concerning how to navigate the tangle of feelings whose development you’ve helped facilitate and the willingness to tell me if you’re not as invested, confused, all in, or if you’re holding back.
They say that men are from Mars and women are from Venus, and if this is in fact the case, then why hasn’t someone taken the initiative to organise a gathering somewhere on neutral ground where we can have a few drinks?
Darling, there’s nothing about us that should add up to love so why, why am standing here with my heart in my hand so desperately hoping you take it?
I was a shitty husband because I promised her in front of hundreds of people we knew that I would love and honor her all the days of my life. In good times, and in bad. And then I didn’t do that.
I wanted to go to the beach and swim deeper into the ocean, you wanted to stay by the shore — away from all the waves. I was looking for sizzling love and you were looking for comfortable companionship.
He knows the value of caring for yourself,
that to give to others you must first have something to give.
I have trouble not spending my energy on everyone else.
I’ll rip my own lungs out if it means it’ll help someone breathe.
Why do others feel the need to discredit someone’s attention and intellect just because something they have a valid opinion on doesn’t match up with their own? Look, we are all individuals with our own minds. We are allowed to like and dislike things.
And these differences can make us happy. The freedom to break social norms and carve your own path is essential for self-expression. For being able to honestly manifest our personalities as we’d like.
A girl wants to change a man. A woman accepts a man as he is.
Because there’s a difference and we need to know which label we do or don’t qualify as.