A state of philophobia.
We’ve gone through phases, we’ve confided, we’ve flirted, we’ve kept our distance, we’ve traveled, we’ve cuddled, we’ve hurt, and I’ve loved.
Have you found your true love yet?
Go on an angry, panic-attack level rampage when your cable and Internet are out, you’ve been on hold with the company for 25 minutes, and the line goes dead.
When you criticize, judge, attack your partner, that is a form of mental or emotional violence.
Love this girl and tell her you’re going to marry her.
Every woman wants to know if her man’s love is the real thing.
Why has Disney never portrayed women as independent instead of hopeless romantics? Furthermore, why do they give little girls who admire these princesses, hope that true love exists for everyone?
Whatever the case, making it to the awesomely comfortable, beautifully boring stage of love is something to celebrate, even if you do so by feeding your pajama clad partner handfuls of microwaved popcorn while binge watching HBO.
Once you start seeing yourself for who you are, fixing the not so great parts and dwelling on the wonderful parts, you will be ready to have someone in your life.