Growing up, I never fit into any particular group.
Friendship has a life of its own. The best example I can use is that friendship is like a plant, in that it needs to be cared for regularly, with the right amount of attention. Long lapses of neglect will only result in the death of its existence. Too much attention and you will ruin it.
My phone is ringing, this is the second call from you. I’m staring at my phone juggling between decisions. Should I pick up and speak to you, or text you minutes later after I delete your voicemail telling you I was busy.
It’s already pretty normal to share a bed.
I will need to figure out a way to teach you the difference between a potential friend and a stranger, as right now every stranger is your best friend. I love that about you, but it frightens me.
You two are no longer in a relationship, so let the past go, because you can’t stay friends with someone you resent.
I believe in soulmates. But I don’t believe we have just one. And I don’t think they always have to be a soulmate in the romantic sense.
“You can have a bite.”
I am not bitter about your betrayal because I am so much happier now.
Thank you for allowing me to be myself when I am with you. Thank you for being part of the genuinely happiest moments of my life, for listening whenever I need someone to tell my saddest stories to, and for letting me feel that you love me even when we are miles apart.