Don’t get me wrong, it would be nice to get to tell your grandkids that you have found the one. But you know that it’s just a nice story. That’s all it ever was.
I was in a relationship for almost three years. I was just barely 21 when I met my ex, meaning I was one of those select few that spent the majority of their early twenties in a committed monogamous relationship.
He says things like, “it’s not every day that I meet someone like you” and “You’re smart and funny and interesting.”
And one day you might actually muster up the courage to actually speak to this person that you’ve pretty much known for two months (even though they don’t have the slightest clue about who you are).
Regrets are a part of life. If you don’t have any, you aren’t living. As long as you’re continually trying to improve yourself there’s nothing to be ashamed of.
People are not bad, they just don’t care about you and your feelings as much as you care about theirs.
The fear of never having something to hold onto has pushed her into the worst case scenario. That fear has also put someone who is the epitome of sweet and light in one of the darkest places you can find.
You are genuinely happy with where you are right now.
We’ve become obsessed with the casual. We don’t want strings. We don’t want honesty. We want the temporary, the easy way in and the easiest way out.
Ever since my grandfather walked out on him and his family, my dad dedicated his entire life to becoming the hardworking, successful man that he is today.