You constantly have to defend your singledom. The girls will always ask how your dating life is with a concerned look on their faces. They just can’t get over you not wanting a boyfriend, because to them it’s the best thing in the world.
You just fit in, like the missing jigsaw piece to my life and I knew that no matter what happens now, you’ll always be here because it wouldn’t be right without you.
If she was going to take her body back, I was going to take mine back too.
I will be the one who believes in you when you forget how to believe in yourself.
Just two young white girls in a near-empty Greyhound bus station on a Wednesday morning who need each other to watch our respective stuff while we go to the bathroom or the vending machine.
Whenever the couple I’m being tagged along with goes for a shopping spree, I would offer help on carrying their purchases so they could hold hands while walking. I don’t think of it as a form of slavery; I just have to make sure the couple spends quality time with each other and carrying shopping bags spoils that moment.
When we forget a name, we are admitting to a lack of interest in the person, on some level.
Be good to yourself. Treat yourself. Do what makes you happy.
Daily texts become weekly. Plans to hangout become infrequent, then non-existent. He checks on you a little less. Needs to see you a little less. Relies on you a little less.
I hope you look for her in every woman you meet, but never find her.