I wish it would have worked. I wish that somehow my feelings would be reciprocated and we could write our own story.
We needed to be apart. But I didn’t think we needed to be with other people. For me, at least, my heart had no room for anyone else.
At first, it was very hard to believe but then I had no reason to doubt my best friend. We had grown up together. I still thought there was some misunderstanding so I never bothered asking her anything. But I saw changes in her, she began ignoring my calls and texts. And whenever I got a chance to talk to her, it was nothing like before.
Instead of telling you only reasons of why I’m leaving, I would tell you how dazzling and intriguing you really are.
On the night my boyfriend has a seizure after his 50th alcohol detox, we are placed in a room next to the ER psych ward.
Everyone thinks I’m better again, but how do you tell them that you’re not? That you’re still broken, even though you thought you weren’t?
He had texted me earlier in the evening asking what my plans for the night were. We agreed to meet up and have some drinks. And here we were.
I think about just telling you everything. They always write about a girl’s insecurity on this site, but they never talk about how insecure the perfect woman makes the man that loves her.
When I was 15, I met someone who changed my life.
How will you know how it will affect you if you don’t go for it?