Your friend not only gets the snail mail, and the shout out on Instagram, but you send them a present and a text and you celebrate with them as much as you can even if that celebration doesn’t include a plane ticket.
I am that girl who never gets noticed.
I am a firm believer in that we don’t choose who we love, or how we love them. We don’t choose when or how we fall for them, and we certainly don’t choose who gets to take a piece our hearts.
Heartbreak is a word that is commonly used after a break up with a significant other, but it doesn’t have to be.
Their body is a lottery – anything could happen at any moment, and they really have no way of predicting it.
Someone mentions a previous joke and this sudden rush of nostalgia hits you both. You’re laughing at the sheer memory of the joke, not even the joke itself.
I’m just generally a terrible person. I’ve accepted that about myself.
Other people are not ours to own or rearrange or expect things from. The more anticipation we pit onto others, the more we let ourselves down in the end.
We used to scribble them in heavy yearbooks. We wrote elongated promises of endless summers and forever friendships, all laced with the hopeful assurance that we’d never change.
A psychic once told me that a soul mate doesn’t have to be a lover – it’s anyone who comes into your life and changes its course.