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.
Sometimes, your soul mate isn’t meant to be your husband.
Correct me if I am wrong, but true love does not exist in the chapped lips of a creepy prince kissing a comatose princess, Disney or otherwise.
We already know that the bounds of that narrow definition are challenged regularly, but it seems that many people forget, or perhaps don’t realize, that true love does not need to be solely between significant others — or that others other than “significant others” can be significant and true.
I don’t know what occupation I want to have or what city I want to live in, but I am starting to piece together the kind of person I want to grow into — and I think that’s the most important decision we can make.
Getting annoyed at every notification that goes to your phone that didn’t come from your significant other.
I will fall in love with you in a billion sunrises and in a billion sunsets.
True love is the moment your heart stops because you know it’s over and you wish you could’ve had more time to share the best of what’s in you.
I didn’t know who to feel worse for.