But when you almost date someone, something will give. Somehow the ends don’t meet. Either they meet someone new while you’re biding your time, or they move, or they just disappear.
But when you let someone settle for you, when you wait until they’re ready and they’ve decided and everything is on their terms, there’s always the nagging suspicion that maybe you’re still not quite everything they want.
“Christmas has come early!” the Grinchy-somethings cried, for living on listicles and shattered dreams will make you dead inside.
It is normal, I think, to want to be happy, and to feel sad sometimes, and to constantly question the things you do and the choices you make. That’s part of being human and having free will. But that is as far as normal gets anyone in this world.
Either you dudes are way, way braver in every single way, or you honestly don’t notice when the shower curtain starts collecting mold. HOW?!
There are two kinds of people in this world: those who find this song absurdly catchy, and liars.
I could hear a lone violinist playing Noel on a nearby street in the crisp night air, and I missed you the way most broken hearts miss their fractured pieces: most of all, at Christmas.
If you have roommates, don’t clutch the pearls when it’s their day of the week to dance around in their underwear. When you sign a lease with a person, there is an unwritten agreement that you will be okay with the sight of them without pants.
“Does that mean you only date other people with tattoos?”
If you go out to dinner, your parents will probably pay. (But if you’re doing alright financially, you should pay. It’ll feel really good to treat the people who changed your diapers and put up with that whole teenager phase.)