I do not share my emotions. I act out my emotions via long text message rants at 12 am and self-destructive tendencies, aka tequila shots when I have a paper due the next day.
Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
One day, someone is going to see you and not want to change a thing. They’ll accept your flaws and love you even harder for them. It will be everything you hoped existed, and guess what? It does.
An on-again, off-again dynamic does not create an environment where a healthy long term relationship can grow.
Everybody deserves their feelings. It’s not a question of deserve. It’s a question of how we’re built.
Giving empathy requires more listening than replying. Your presence is more important than your insight.
You’d love me, and I’d love you just the same. Our love wouldn’t always be sunshine and kisses in bed, it would be messy, trying at times—but it would be imperfectly perfect.
I mean if I’m honest, I never loved someone as much as I loved you.
We’re taught that our value to others is to fix their problems, give advice, or cheer them up. But when we offer advice before connecting with someone’s feelings, we can leave that person feeling unheard.
From this day on, I’m done settling for something that’s short of romantic.