I’m sorry to all the girls I should be saying, “Forget about guys like him, he doesn’t deserve you,” because the truth of the matter is, I still miss him. And I still can’t forget.
I was by far most likely to be sarcastic.
First love is blinded by optimism. You believe that there is no other love like this, and you forget to look at your choices with realism.
You have a nickname for her which would be inappropriate to speak in front of your common friends, lest they’d make fun of you.
I think this could be something really wonderful but we’re not going to know unless both of us take a risk and jump. I will stand here and make you a promise that I will look out and catch you.
Baristas at Starbucks think it’s a funny game to intentionally spell people’s names wrong.
I love sex. In all of my past relationships, my exes have always said that they had more sex with me than with anyone else. I’m proud of that.
They expect you to be a mind reader.
Falling in love with a closeted guy is a catch-22. The love is passionate, true, and scandalous. You feel like you’re living in a movie. For the time you spend with him, it’s great. However, you slowly learn that love shouldn’t be hidden.
So I promise: Next time, I’m going to take that chance. Next time, I’m not going to lose you. But as for last time… what can I say?