I am tired of waiting for someone to decide how important I am in their lives. I am tired of being the default option. I am tired of not being the priority. I am tired of seeking for validation from someone I find endearing.
Because love is a little bit more certain than ‘maybe,’ it’s a little bit more consistent than drunk texts, it’s a lot more caring that just a few special nights.
Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. It’s the easy way out; nothing would be lost.
While girls often put up with indirect guessing games and mixed signals, most women won’t.
And that’s how you find yourself in places you don’t want to be, stuck doing stuff you don’t want to do, frustrated and resentful, overloaded and impatient, distracted and confused.
Commitment. Oh Commitment, sometimes you’re a smidgen scary. Whenever you’re invited to do something, Commitment is lurking, hoping to get its tentacles wrapped tightly around you.
We don’t want the artifice, we want you.
You’ve been warned.
Maybe my wife will have such good hair that she’ll make it up for the both of us.