When you’re really interested in someone and start falling in that crazy thing called love, you just become so excited to see them. You go out of your way to try and make time for them.
I don’t think our fight was even a fight. Just covert looks under hooded eyes. If anything it was an unfight. The room was thick with words unsaid.
The right people make you want to throw away the plans you originally had for one and follow them into the hazy, unknown future without a glance backwards.
It seemed that my only options came down to staying in a relationship that made me miserable, or losing him to a bullet. Both made me sick to my stomach.
We’ve done it over and over. We trust someone too easily, and are led to believe that each time we do, we are somehow veering away from committing the same mistakes.
Way, way back in the 1980′s…
The escalation of “whatever this is” is constantly looming over your head.
You’re not just rejecting us, you’re pretending we no long exist simply because you have no more use for us. To me, that’s the modern-day definition of treating someone like trash.
I’m not suggesting that you expose them to all your holes at once (cringe) – I’m just saying that if your misrepresenting who you are, you’re setting yourself up for failure if you want emotional intimacy.
You broke up for a reason. Probably a very legitimate reason. This is far and away the most important rule, and an easy one to disregard.