You know what makes us the craziest? The thing making our inner psycho bitch come screeching out? What makes our insecurities scream for attention? It’s not dating, it’s not men, and it’s not our mothers.
I don’t think forever causes anxiety and the fear of commitment.
You admit that you need me — all of me — every quiet, awkward, annoying, clingy, over-emotional part of me.
Life is not a simple distillation and description of experience, neatly formatted in black and white onto a single page.
Falling in love was always gradual, comfortable, safe.
I am the daughter of two of the most loving and supportive parents. They taught me right from wrong, instilled in me a relentless work ethic, and showed up for every softball game as I daydreamed in center field.
We learn that the expectations we have for others depend on the picture we have of ourselves and the level of beauty, wisdom, even the sense of humor or moral standard we think we have.
I couldn’t seem to grasp the concept of how privileged I was.
Start off on the deep end. You are anything but ignorant, because you came into this knowing how it would end. You both knew all too well that nothing is forever.
Am I living a life where I’m putting my own oxygen mask on first? Or am I exhausting myself by putting other people’s needs ahead of my own?