It’s hard when two people are falling out of love.
There are no glitches in the way you love, you are just loving the wrong person.
He could have fought for you. He could have tried harder. He could have loved you more. And he didn’t.
Games and power plays in the dating scene don’t need to exist.
Know that your type will never go out of style. That the world thrives off the love you graciously give. You pour into all the half empty cups. Filling them up. Quenching their thirst.
Tell them. Open your heart like the wine bottle you open every night. Spill all your words like pieces of poetry on the tissue in the bar.
Let me feel the pain, because it’s there, and pretending it’s not makes it far worse. Let me mourn the loss of the things I can’t do right now. Let me be frustrated. Let me cry about it.
So here’s to the ones who feel, the precious angels who shower the world with their hearts, their empathy — even to the ones undeserving of it.
He introduces you to his friends, even if he says that you’re just his friend, at first.
Why do I have to be so tough all the time? Why can’t I be vulnerable and let someone know that this easy task is really difficult for me?