Here’s what I’m trying to say. I believe that the person you decide to spend the rest of your life with — husband or wife — doesn’t complete you. I hate that. I hate that saying, “You complete me.” No, you are a whole person, you are fine. But what they do is understand you on a level no one else can.
I’m not growing impatient waiting for you, because I know that you will finally arrive when I most need you. Please, take your time.
They’ve had their heart broken before.
When I say I love you and want to be with only you, I’m not saying it for my health.
It shouldn’t have made me stop in my tracks like it did. We broke up three years ago and I was the one who instigated it.
Some days, you’ll be super positive about it. Other days, you can’t imagine how the hell anyone actually gets (and stays) together.
1. Feeling like a bad modern woman (or feminist if you identify that way), because you just want a guy to make the first move.
Because we equate the color red to fertility, it triggers a primal sexual reaction in both men and women.
With one less person to buy presents for on holidays and birthdays, just think of the possibilities!
The whole he-must-come-talk-to-me-first rule is stupid and cannot apply to every situation, especially with shy guys. You’re a confident human being, just go talk to him.