I read a quote once that went a little something like this: “Sometimes when you met someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click.”
Just because feminism is alive doesn’t mean that chivalry is dead, people.
Don’t answer. Don’t favorite his tweets. Don’t like his Facebook posts. Don’t answer his calls. Don’t text him when your girls take you out for a girl’s night on the town. Just don’t.
Just because you seemed perfect together doesn’t mean you were perfect together.
The Guy You Date: Is quick to become jealous when you’re around other guys. He gets angry easily, which often ends up in long, petty arguments.
When it comes to our own issues and problems, we never seem to see them clearly. Either we think we’re the exception, or we lack the perspective to make the right decision, clouded either by emotions, fears, or excitement in the moment.
It doesn’t matter how often I try to write something else — you always end up all over the page. This is the act of grieving, I know, and I swore I’d keep you alive, so this is how I’m doing that.
Now it’s like I’m dating a child.
Getting your heart broken hurts, but I can vouch for the fact that nothing hurts more than knowing how little someone who you would be willing to give the world for cares about you.
And for the first time, reality settles in. You pick your head up and you ask yourself, “Is this what I want to be like for the rest of my life?” You know the answer. Time had to show you.