I believe that an exclusive relationship — be it one that is a week old, a year old, three years old or nine years old — is sacred; not as sacred as marriage, but sacred, nonetheless.
Have you ever taken a good look around yourself and realized that a good portion of your friend group was either married, engaged, or basically on the verge?
I know it’s scary, but it is in fact perfectly achievable. Think of me as your shepherdess leading you to the land of Milk and Honey, to The Field of Dreams. Heed my words, dream-weavers, and you’ll be on the fast-track to makin’ it with hot, faceless, one-night-stand discards like there’s no tomorrow.
17. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?
In the words of Heath Ledger circa 1999, “Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want. Go for it.” You deserve the best, friends. Don’t settle for what is “meh.”
In a brief moment of clarity, I saw that my love for Max had developed into unprecedented dependence, which was not requited. I could not be without him, but he could be without me if he needed to.
How does one function when the responsible adult in the relationship takes off for a week? I’m so glad you asked!
You were my safety net, my secret, my project, my muse.
It’s a big world we live in and the right person is out there for you. Just make sure not to miss out on “the one” because you were with “the wrong one.”
“When you look at me a bunch of times but never when I look back, what does that mean exactly?”