Nowadays, I feel like everything goes unseen, unobserved.
Even the most confident women have a few carnal concerns.
He pushes you, sometimes beyond your comfort zone, to pursue your dreams—because he believes in you that much.
I wish I liked you. You’re great, you’re everything I would be happy to want. But you’re not quite what I want right now.
“We’re not together anymore, but I’ll be grateful to her forever.”
When one of you is publicly humiliated.
I tend to romanticize beginnings. Beginnings are magic. They’re comprised of sentimentality and purpose and perfect timing.
On the outside, you appear to be the perfect couple. As a matter of fact, you are the envy of both, friends and family.
You don’t know my name. But I know your heart. I know that it beats to offset my laughter.
This is what they had to tell us.