I could spend the rest of my life in the same small apartment with you, going to our regular coffee shop, watching the same shows on Netflix over and over.
I drove home, then called Mark. When he answered I simply said, “Let me talk to her.” About a minute later she got on the phone. I asked her if she had anything to say to me, and she was silent. I asked her if she loved Mark, and she said she didn’t know.
While everybody enjoys receiving a gift in any capacity, there’s something about a heartfelt, well-thought-out ‘thank you’ present that goes above and beyond when it comes to showing appreciation.
They will use you for all that you’re worth and never make a single attempt to do better for themselves because this is working out pretty well for them since they always have someone onto whom they can fall back.
If you have good friends, you have angels. Angels that protect you from those trying to do your harm, angels that make sure you don’t lose yourself and angels that will be there to save you when you’re about to ruin your life.
Thank you for knowing I am not JUST my anxiety.
We lied to everyone didn’t we? We were never friends. Soulmates maybe, but never friends. Because friends don’t speak like lovers, friends don’t get tangled up in each others arms, friends don’t accidentally touch fingers and never let go.
You may be a pain in the ass, but you’re my pain in the ass.
The boy blames others for his shortcomings; the man figures out how to eliminate or mitigate them. The boy does the bare minimum in order to get by; the man does more than his share of the task, one hundred percent and then some. The boy believes that the world owes him something; the man knows he must earn everything. The boy avoids the consequences of his actions; the man accepts them, no matter how painful.
I went to you, instead of alcohol, because you were better. I went to you, instead of meaningless relationships, because you were better.