I thought endings for us were always just temporary spots. Because we were permanence in every way. That nothing has ever felt like seeing you get out of the elevator at that hotel, or across a crowded airport.
Try as I might to erase every bit of you from my life, you still linger. I make a point to shove you out, to pretend you aren’t reality, but then I open my eyes and you are still here.
If you start to miss her, stop right there. If you think, “maybe I’ll just ask how she’s doing, ” Stop right there.
It’s entirely possible to care for someone, know they care for you, and be aware of the fact that you just aren’t on paths that will ever intersect long enough to be together in the long term. If one of you wants kids and the other wants to move somewhere new every six months, it’s safe to say you won’t settle down together. But that doesn’t discount what you have in the present.
Don’t be blindly loyal to anyone but yourself.
It makes me feel a bit sick to my stomach sometimes. It makes me feel disappointed in myself and guilty. Guilty because I was lucky enough to get an education – a good education – but I’m not using it.
While they’re always striving for self-improvement, confident women know not to belittle other women for accomplishing something that perhaps they haven’t yet done themselves. They don’t feel the need to be in constant competition.
I’m sick of trying to do the logical thing when it comes to love. Watching us round the same track, calculating chances that this whole thing will blow up in our faces.
I don’t know why everything feels so much heavier in a crowd.
I think about what would have happened if I hadn’t been jaded, hadn’t been scarred, hadn’t been in such a damaged place when you finally said, “I want you.”