Ella Ceron

Because, come on. If you don’t squeal over a wobbly puppy, you don’t have a heart.

“It’s embarrassing, because it’s actually kind of a pretty upbeat tune, but because of that ONE FLASH MOB PROPOSAL in Home Depot, “Somebody Loves You” by Betty Who gets me choked up every time.”

The parts of you that are good and caring and hardworking and special — the things that make you who you are, and endear you to the people who love you — might become influenced by whatever tragedy life throws your way, but they are also so much more than that.

You write really long, formal emails, but you quickly realize that everyone else writes really casual, 1-2 sentence emails. The day you switch from “yours truly” to “yours” is nothing short of a graduation in and of itself.

Every person you bring over gets the feline death staredown, and though you say that “she’ll warm up to you eventually” and “she’s just wary of new people,” in fact, you take your cat’s icy aversion to this person as a huuuuuge red flag.

You have to remember that one fix doesn’t make life better. There will always be something else to chase.

When you’re the one who falls in love easily, you fall in love with all the things that are easy to fall in love with, the things kept at a distance, the things that will not love you back.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You believe in the redemption, in choosing your own path, in underdogs proving their own worth, and all of that. But you also believe in ugly ducklings and beautiful, beautiful swans.

Didn’t just wait for someone to text her back, but kept the window open to see the little ellipses pop up.

A good guy respects that you can fight your own battles, but will be there to support you and back you up should you ask for help.

I will celebrate every little happiness you experience, from finding five dollars on the street to getting a promotion to just having a really good hair day.

The world isn’t going to give you time to run. You have to make it.

It’s only when you begin to accept yourself for who you are — when you talk yourself down from the ledges of changing every last detail of what you think and what you say and who you like and what you don’t — that rejection seems a little less scary, because the people who would reject you won’t bother.

And I don’t know if you’ll say it back, and to be honest, I don’t know if I really need to hear it back. It’d be nice, sure, but expecting you to love me just because I love you feels like too much pressure, doesn’t it?

You might or might not have shoved somebody over in the mania of a sample sale.

Whether it’s because you’re allergic to putting labels on things, or are just too scared to ask exactly how invested your significant no-ther is when it comes to the two of you, being in an undefined relationship is tough.

One morning, I’m going to wake up and look at you and say we should go board a train to anywhere. To everywhere. I hope you’re ready.

I wonder what color Marilyn Monroe wore. That’s like, a red red. I should Google that.