In the meantime, as you cross paths with many types of people, people who may or may not have the capacity to receive all that you have to give, hold yourself with love.
Never assume you were the only woman lucky enough to deserve a cheekbone bruise. Bitches are lining up to be failed by those biceps.
All it took were those swirling 3 days together, and we were convinced of our lifetime. This was it. This was the all-encompassing, all-consuming, all-being, almighty force.
When he does and suggests you dial back the “Relationship” to a “relationship” with a lower case “r”, you’ll turn into Your Own Worst Nightmare. I flipped my hair around so much I think I pulled a muscle in my arm.
Rule number one in relationship building is to make sure your love interest doesn’t know your real personality until you’ve moved in together, you’re on your honeymoon, and he’s paid for your master’s degree. Take a moment here in these early stages and pretend you’re so cool, you’re practically Jennifer Lawrence.
You see why anyone would be lucky to love her. And then you see his face next to hers and he pales in comparison. She’s lovely…and come to think of it, you’re quite lovely too. And you realize that he’s the one who’s undeserving of it all.
I bought a giant soy candle that makes my Brooklyn apartment smell like an expensive lumberjack in a Ralph Lauren commercial.
But being in a pseudo relationship with this man had me questioning everything: I have to shave my legs FOUR times a week now? Am I drunk enough for this? And Is he sober enough for…anything? ever?
There are days I swear I’ll never speak to you again…caffeine-ridden days that I wander and write and create and feel okay without telling you my every thought for the sole reason that my voice sounds better when echoing off of you.
I just want to be 79 years old so I can watch Boy Meets World re-runs in peace and not feel guilty for wasting my perky breasts and small wrists on a gallon of ice cream and Ben Savage in all his 11-year-old prime. I AM A SQUARE.