You were my safety net, my secret, my project, my muse.
I started dating a girl in June 2010; we dated for two years, until she moved away in June 2012. Before she left, she wrote a note and put it in my wallet without me knowing.
In a way, you want to hug him. To tell him that you are happy he has moved on. Remind him that you always said his now-girlfriend was way too into him.
When you run into somebody that you haven’t seen in a while, and they ask how “so and so” is without knowing that the two of you split.
Every place you enjoy going has relationship memories. EVERY. STINKING. PLACE.
Voicemails. I always have a feeling of fear when I listen to a voicemail because no one leaves a voicemail unless you are in some kind of trouble.
In continuing to sleep with my ex, I am doing myself zero favors. Zero.
Sometimes my insecurities got so bad that I didn’t want to be in situations where I felt like there were people “better” than me.
It’s crazy. That’s what love is.
Humans crave to be loved and have someone to love, but sometimes our fear of what happened in the past prevents us from searching for love again.