The reason people have doubts and worries about starting a relationship can usually be traced back to one thing – fear.
I expected this from a guy, I was prepared to be let down and disappointed by someone who only casually knew me over dinner or after a few fun dates ending in sex. But I wasn’t prepared or expecting it from someone I trusted most.
Why I’m beginning to sound like my parents.
You miss my voice, my body, my company while you’re out drunk with friends at 2am. You text me but I ignore you out of respect for myself. “Fuck, I messed up”, you think.
This wasn’t an attack simply on homosexual love, this was an attack on all love. We are all shocked, we are all angry, and saddened, and heartbroken and I wonder why that cannot be enough.
I’ll probably never find someone again. oh God, no I have to start all over again! Dating, courting, learning their likes and dislikes, it sounds exhausting. I‘m exhausted. Maybe I should just give up on love.
We’re searching for something fulfilling but in the end we wind up taking something stable and consistent.
But we always tend to romanticize what could have been instead of what was.
I find myself hung up on being the one who cares less, the one who could go a whole day without hearing from you. But I’m not that girl and I do care.
I was a follow your head type of girl. If something didn’t make sense, well then, it didn’t make sense.