I realized there are so many lost souls, all looking for love but dealing just fine without it.
I was terrified about going home for Valentine’s Day weekend. This trip had the potential of getting my mind (and body) out of awkward, what-am-I-going-to-do-with-my-life situations. But it could also be a reminder of how utterly single I was. I was twenty-two and hanging out with my parents. SOS.
Celebrate the love that destroyed you.
Valentine’s Day is a made up space for people to act as if they’re in love.
“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.”
“i’m deleting tinder 4 u”
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.
This year, skip the fluffy Hallmark cards and give the horror lover in your life a valentine that really expresses your frightening feelings for them.
“It’s almost Valentine’s Day, and I don’t know what to get myself yet.”
I remember each time he’d take my picture when I wasn’t looking. I remember him spoiling me with things I sometimes didn’t deserve