I don’t know how to not miss him. How to not want his arms around me. How to stop thinking about the way he would touch me. How to not think about him every second of my day. How to sleep knowing that he feels better off without me.
When you two first starting dating, I’ll admit it was difficult for me. It was difficult for me not because you had him, but because with each new girlfriend, I felt a fear of losing the person who’s had my back for the last 10 years.
They’re terrified of breaking up—from a logistical standpoint.
“Puppy love is this constant need for validation and communication that the other person is into you. With real love you can sit in the same room together for HOURS and not say a word to each other and you know that everything is alright.”
You assume that true love should be easy.
I wonder if you figured out that I needed to love myself the way I loved you, and that I needed to see myself the way I saw you.
Love is spending ten minutes neither of you has lazing about in bed some mornings after the alarm rings before you pick up your phones and dive into the day ahead.
The thing is, this world is full of narcissism. It’s a world that doesn’t look beyond physical appearances. It’s a world where a story like Beauty and the Beast is a true fairy tale because we are surrounded by thoughts that marrying a Beast is seen as an act of charity and not true love.
How do I even begin to describe it—the way it feels to be so hopelessly and achingly in love with the soul of another.
A man who reads makes you realize the fault in any unlearned boy. He forces you to become your best and if you aren’t willing to achieve greatness he unwittingly makes you realize that you deserve nothing more than the illiterate boy. He understands that composition must uphold the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.