Stumble upon a piece of clothing from them. Maybe it’s a shirt. Boxers. That oversized sweatshirt with holes in the sleeves.
You’re not alone. Everyone knows it’s a battlefield out there.
For better or worse we are not in charge of our feelings, we cannot order them around.
You know it’s wrong as soon as it starts. It’s that soft voice. The gut feeling we are all told to never ignore.
I’m not brave, I never was. Neither am I strong nor spirited. Never was and I don’t think I ever will be.
Once a guy cheats on you and you forgive him, he knows he’ll keep getting away with it.
You are out at a bar. You make a joke about a girl. I want to throw up and I have not been drinking.
There are so many tomorrows you haven’t had yet. It’s an end to something you haven’t even had a real chance to start. This is the hardest thing to let go of: the thing you never really had.
You will feel it all at once. When lips betray ego, inner running monologue finally silenced with all this heaviness.
I didn’t want to keep our moments alive any longer. I just wanted the hurt to stop. It almost worked, until I received a phone call two months ago.