I’m jealous of most of my friends.
These emotions are visitors to the vessel that I am, and I love them, and feel them.
You making her jealous doesn’t make her want to keep you more, it makes her want to let you go, because it drives a huge gap of mistrust between you both.
I am scared our memories won’t be enough and you will replace me.
Sure, all those other couples are happy, but I’m happy too. I’m happy because I get to wait and find a man who will treat me exactly how I want to be treated. He will make me realize that I spent way too much time on guys who frankly didn’t give a crap about me. That’s something worth waiting for.
My mom told me, “You know, we all have a metaphorical Ashley somewhere, haunting us and making us feel worthless.”
It is the worry that comes with knowing that we live in a generation that is oversaturated with options, that people can leave for the next best thing when something shinier and newer comes along. You see it happen all the time.
The one who opens up – but doesn’t listen.
Another woman’s beauty doesn’t diminish my own. Her success isn’t going to stifle my own.
“Double and triple texts because you don’t answer within 30 seconds.”