It starts with a shred of doubt, casting a shadow over all the happiness you’ve somehow taken for granted.
You blur the line dividing the practical and poetic.
I want you to know that this isn’t a love letter.
I know that I’ll survive without her but that doesn’t mean I’ll be okay.
When I opened the message, my heart stopped beating and I immediately felt every cell in my body become tense.
The bottom line is: nobody appreciates being ignored, but sometimes it happens, and you have to get over it.
College is a time for individualism. Moving away from home and starting life on your own is supposed to be an opportunity to discover yourself, not someone else.
The girls are not sober.
Dear Sexual History, I’m writing to tell you that its over. We need to break up.
Keep an eye out for the signs and accept the fact that you may just get the rom-com ending you always dreamed about. Here’s what to look for.