I have felt every damn thing you are feeling right now. And it isn’t fun. It’s heartbreaking, confusing, desperate. Even the most innocent text becomes a sign of hope.
The Single Girl’s Guide To Living And Laughing (And Sometimes Loving) is a book full of essays on the different stages of love.
Out of nowhere, it hurts like hell. Even if it’s been so many years and I’ve kissed enough people by now that I shouldn’t be able to remember how your lips feel.
You’re allowed to miss someone. You’re allowed to grieve their absence in your life.
“Finding out I’m unlovable. Like what if falling in love just further proves that I’m not really deserving of it?”
I just hope that wherever you are, you’re trying to find your way to me
I hope they are your biggest supporter, your number one fan and sounding board. I hope they rub your back when it hurts and call your mom to see how she’s doing. I hope they travel to Japan with you.
I’m not sorry for being this way, for not holding back.
But enough is enough. I’m tired of being an option, and it’s all on me.
I will try my best to make you see all the beauty in you as much as you’re trying to make me see mine.