You will never be a man who will surprise me with grand gestures or suddenly find the perfect words that speak right to my heart. Instead, you will be the man who will try your hardest to quit smoking because I don’t like the smell, who will insist on giving me your last bit of water so that I’ll stay hydrated on our cycles while you endure the thirst, and whose answer to my question of favorite activity to engage in is, “watching TV with you”.

I only wanted to feel you on my skin, trying to discover what’s underneath, little did I know that you bring people to you only to leave them drowning.

We romanticize breakups in order to survive. We want the pain and the aching to have meaning, so that it didn’t all happen for nothing. We need a way to wrap our brains around all the heartache. So we think about the movies we’ve seen, the books we’ve read, the sad One Republic songs they play during the montage that follows a breakup scene at the end of a dramatic television episode. And we want to be those people, those characters.