I’m sick of hearing people say, “Not everyone can” and shorting themselves the experience of being successful at what they love. I am tired of the excuses we make to stay locked into things we have outgrown or never wished to be in in the first place. This isn’t a dress rehearsal for life.
You used to love the way they made fun of your dance moves and they way they bear hugged you constantly. But now, all those little things you used to love about them, annoy you. You don’t find it charming or funny anymore, you just want it all to stop.
You are calling yourself worthless and weak again because you feel like you are taking too long to heal too long to be ‘normal’ again and it makes me ache inside to watch you tear yourself down this way.
You’ll eventually pick up on the unusual tone of how he speaks of her. Maybe he brings her up too frequently in conversations. Or maybe it’s the opposite– each time you ask a casual question about her, he wears a pained expression.
Even if your partner swears that they’re fine, you know when they’re pissed off at you by the way that they’re fidgeting and by the fake smile they’re wearing.
This year, something revolutionary happened to my love life: I moved to New York.
You’ve put the past behind you. You’ve let go. Whether a person or town, a bad memory or heartache, you’ve learned that you cannot cling to the familiar anymore.
Sit on his lap when you’re out in public together. He’ll want you, but he won’t be able to have you, which will make him extra hard.