I’ve never been a smoker, but it reminds me of his fingers when they touched my face, the way my hair absorbed the ambient nicotine of Brooklyn rooftops and stayed with me for days. It’s a physical conduit to the things I no longer have, but it reminds me that they were real.
A setback will always seem insurmountable if you don’t regard it as a challenge.
You can say goodbye and think of it as letting go but that doesn’t always work; you may wake up one night when the pain finally and suddenly comes crashing down out of nowhere from the distant past. That’s why saying goodbye isn’t easy, unless you really mean it.
I hate you because you made me into this ugly person that I’m not.
It wasn’t “just a crush” after all, it’s love! Agonizing, isn’t it? Especially with the fact that there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it.
It’s time to let him go because whatever this is, it is not love and it is not even care.
One fine day he simply disappeared, leaving me bewildered and broken.
We always look for red flags in romantic relationships — but what happens when our friendships become toxic?
I’m sure there are exceptions to this rule, and you should always do what’s right by you, but staying “friends” after the break up is (in my opinion) like walking around with a broken leg and no cast just hoping that it will heal itself. Sure. Sure it will. Good luck with that.
You have to pick those pieces up eventually, because the longer you leave them on the ground, the more time they have to disintegrate, and soon, they’ll stop looking they way they used to. You have to glue yourself together again, because if you don’t, soon you won’t recognize who you are anymore.