It feels like people have a sixth sense for this kind of thing. Like all our exes, our former flames, the loves we were so desperate for to come back are all in a secret club that we have no knowledge of.
You don’t want to be my inspiration. I didn’t want you to be either. But here we are.
My love language is making music playlists. You’re welcome.
A love like yours is rare, and something like that doesn’t disappear over time.
Remember? I loved you first.
I think the part I’ve been saving for you died.
Some days, the hurt is screaming in my throat.
Siblings are built in friends you occasionally want to punch in the face. How is it that on one hand, you’d take a literal bullet for them, and on the other, you want them to JUST SHUT UP, PLEASE WOULD YOU BE QUIET???!
It’s weird to be so afraid of dying but also want to die.
Does she want a dude who posts terribly unfunny memes to his Instagram account that showcase his juvenile sense of humor? Like, come on. DUDE, YOU ARE 37.