It’s easier to fall back into the same comforting patterns than to go through the heartbreak of not being in the relationship anymore.
It was as big as my thumb, I’m not even joking.
I don’t believe that there is only one person for everyone but I do believe that some are better for us than others, and that we owe it to ourselves not to settle, not to pick whoever’s around when our biological clock starts ticking.
Inevitably we all will let someone, or several someone’s, into our hearts and souls and we won’t be able to get them out again.
“Can’t we be together without being together?” was my standard line. “Why does everyone need to know about our private life?”, and “Let’s just be casual” was working as excuses for each non-relationship I ever had. I was a human yo-yo.
I feel so sorry for you. But I blame myself for what happened to you as well. You were so easy to love, you know.
Sometimes the feeling is mutual. Sometimes one person is interested and the other is clearly not. It continues to a point where the texting just stops. And just like that, it is over.
“My mom has some wardrobe suggestions for you.”
A fine mask. And normally, a bald-faced lie.
I’m not growing impatient waiting for you, because I know that you will finally arrive when I most need you. Please, take your time.