Imagine you have a 17,000 square foot mansion and your movies have grossed over $2 billion and you are probably worth close to $50 million.
And I don’t know if you’ll say it back, and to be honest, I don’t know if I really need to hear it back. It’d be nice, sure, but expecting you to love me just because I love you feels like too much pressure, doesn’t it?
Alone in a room full of people. A cliché. And if for a moment, you could feel like there was someone on the other end of your phone waiting for you, all of the red flags from the past would turn to dust.
I wanted us to pass gas when we were old and gray, when we could no longer control our gas. But I ruined that. I ruin everything. My God, my gas.
While my girlfriend was at home relaxing poolside with her friends, I was waking up at 4am every day learning how to surgically slice open a casualty’s throat. Obviously, we had a little trouble relating after a while.
Are you 29, single, and don’t have time to settle down because you’re too busy trying to perfect a slow-motion montage of you twirling in the sun? In 2014, this is perfectly acceptable.
So never believe that a love that isn’t loud, is a love that isn’t there.
There’s no need to force something that just isn’t there; or, on the other hand, to push something away that is there. Either way, a relationship has got to progress, and neither person should be afraid of trying to move it along.
I want a love which puts my world into order, which makes the dull and ordinary exciting, and which silences the musings of my heart.
Sex is not the deciding factor in morality or human compassion. By sleeping with x amount of men, it does not make me less efficient in my career or unequipped to read my niece a bedtime story.