Whatever it is that’s ending—a job you slack off at those final two weeks, living in a city you’re about to move away from, even a year that did you dirty—it’s hard to walk away with that perfect balance of contentment and optimism, completion, and forward momentum.
Remember: We’re all in this together. (But, like, emotionally and spiritually. Not physically. Please, stay away from other humans.)
Valentine’s Day can bring out the worst in me. And I have a hunch that I’m not the only one.
A ring will never give you your worth. It can only exist to remind you of something else.
He’s not your Ben Wyatt. He’s not your Nick Miller. He’s not your Ted Mosby. He’s not even your lobster. (Which is actually good, because Ross is kind of the worst. You and he agree on at least that much.)