They didn’t mean to fall for each other. The decks of cards in each of their hands were not favorable for them to be lovers; she was two years into her marriage and he was recently divorced.
I fell in love with early mornings, and how our bones groaned from exhaustion of memories ingrained in the night.
“What if my baby’s ugly? Seriously? I DON’T WANT AN UGLY BABY!!”
My husband knew that he was gay. For that, he didn’t have to ruin my life. He didn’t have to marry me.
In case you are wondering, phones DO still make calls. If they don’t take you on a real date, that’s not a technology issue either. Real dates still exist, your crush just decided not to take you on one.
There’s more to life than just love, darling. And as long as you have yourself? You’ll have that happy ending. You’ll have that fairytale.
You never follow through with your goals. Maybe you had a goal last year to write a book, or you had a fitness goal to lose fifteen pounds. No matter what the case is, you quit too easily.
The one thing I do know is that I’ll never regret giving you that part of my life. And that part—those two years, six months, and 11 days—will always be yours.
Close your ears to all the negative things that people have to say about you and surround yourself with those who will embrace your little imperfections and help you do that as well.
You were that beautiful chaos. But you are no longer that someone I would dare to give my heart back.