When you’re apart, your partner is still with you in some way, a sort of lovable yet intangible phantom limb.
She might be the best girlfriend ever.
True Love, he mused, or at least the first experience of True Love, must be unexpected – it must take you by surprise. If this is indeed true, then in today’s dating environment, where no one ever relinquishes control, it must therefore be an impossibility.
I won’t claim to love you through everything and never second guess where we’re going. And I won’t ask perfection from you. I don’t want your promises either. I just want your “I tried” and “I’m doing my best.” We can figure out the rest.
I can see old feelings resurfacing and old friendships rekindling. I may be deceived by what I want to believe, but as of now, that’s the only thing I can hold onto.
My loneliness has nothing to do with being alone. I’m realizing. My loneliness is from losing him. As a friend. As a lover. As a person in my life.
Our generation is very unlucky. We listen to music and we watch movies that are all revolved on the word “love.” This makes us think that whenever we love someone, it’s a done deal. Love changes and vanishes.
“They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix.”
Maybe it’s okay to not get over someone. Maybe it’s okay that they have left an indelible mark on your heart.
You stop for a moment and tell yourself “This is real, and this is actually what I want.” You feel silly because you’re young. You’re reckless, but you’re brave.