However, instead of traveling the globe, creating beautiful works of art, or sharing groundbreaking ideas with society, over the last 5 years I found myself spending months at a time drinking Bourbon out of a plastic bottle while playing Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4 on a PC.
I had always been a bit of a romantic, wanting to sweep a girl off her feet and be that Prince Charming that I thought any girl would want.
Is it scary? Yes. Of course it is. But most things that are worth doing have their risks.
As long as both parties keep an open line of communication and respect each other, I don’t see a problem with pseudo-dating. And don’t be afraid to let casual mean something, either. Since when did meaning something to someone become a bad thing?
As soon as I realized that what I have, in a third-world country, is something senseless, selfish and superficial, yes, but more so something praised for its self-discipline and commonalities with Mary-Kate Olsen, I stopped talking about it. I refuse to be lauded for this disorder.
Saying you’re fine when you’re not.
I was a young female who wrote magical realism, and he was expecting pink powdery puffs of sentences, of lightness, of beauty.
Why do we let our ex’s ruin things? I spent years not being able to enjoy the song, “Brown Eyed Girl” without thinking of an ex. Why?
After a year of being fully broken up, my ex-boyfriend and I started talking again, and it’s clear that things have changed.
We decided to sit down and ask each other everything you’ve wanted to ask your best friend of the opposite sex… but haven’t. The caveat? We had to answer with complete honesty.