Anonymous

When it came to the hard details of my financial situation, he never made me feel weird about it. I told him I was in debt, he gave me a blank check. I told him I had tuition, books, rent, whatever — he gave me his card.

I’ve been doing this for so many years. The scary part is realizing that I never thought I’d ever have to stop.

The thing about really pretty girls — and I’m talking about the kind of girls who go on vacation to Miami together and get accosted by every single event photographer in the city — is that they are hyper-aware of prettiness.

The person that was cheated on is showered with cards and nail polish and cookie dough from her friends, friends that were once yours as well, but now will turn on you with that terrifying mob mentality.

From the start of the summer, he vented to me about the growing tension in his year-and-a-half long relationship with his girlfriend.

It was never something I obsessed over, or even let myself think about more than once. But my boyfriend’s dad’s best friend was different.

I knew I loved him pretty young. We would always be the two kids at the event who would go off and play by themselves, and when we hit our pre-teen/teenage years, the bond that we had formed playing in the backyard at a family gathering turned into something much more profound.

I knew my performance was lagging. I wasn’t meeting my monthly numbers (I work in a sales kind of position) and I knew my employment was a ticking time bomb.

I was going to do what so few in life ever do, I was going to accomplish my dream and work for a place that people would actually be jealous of.

Picking up crumbs off of yourself and eating them without giving it a second thought.

An ex-lover is like a comfortable pair of jeans: soft and familiar, a reliable standby when you want to feel like your old self again.

Not being able to walk in a pair of heels immediately takes away any element of sexiness they once possessed.