They do not reach out. We do not reach out. The numbers just take up space, trophies of successful nights out and vague reminders of hangovers we have long since gotten over.
If you’re guilty of any of these, you can pretty much rest assured it’s why she never granted access.
“You think you’re a nice guy and maybe you are, but you’re not a good guy. Good guys don’t use people to ‘figure things out’ or as rebounds or replacements. You’re not a good guy and your niceness doesn’t make up for it.”
This is the exact, visual definition of a “selfie in a relationship.” You’ve got smiles, you’ve got affection being shown, you’ve got a dimly lit room, you’ve got a sincerely happy, perfect couple giving you the romance and the cuteness that’ll make you audibly go “aww.”
I like you because you challenge me. I hate that, but I know that it’s good. You push me to question why I believe certain things. You’re the only person who’s ever done that.
It’s tough out there. People don’t want to be stuck with someone crazier than they are.
Like they say, suicide eliminates the chances of things getting better. I promise life does get better, and you have to power to make it so.
Sorry, it’s true.
You’re not single. You’re just dating your parents exclusively right now.
Sometimes I’ll see my friends look at their phone after receiving a text message from their significant other, and it seems like they’re trying to see how fast they can ruin their relationship by misinterpreting a text message.