I would love to have a family one day soon, but the thing is I don’t even have someone to go on a date with.
Love is the purest thing that exists in this world, but we humans just made it complicated.
I thought you were the love of my life, but it turns out that you were not, and I finally accept that. Moving on isn’t easy, but I realized that it was necessary for my own happiness.
Showing your feelings to someone does not mean your weak or vulnerable, it means that you’re human.
I’m a ride or die type kind of chick so modern dating doesn’t work for me.
Our heart is always the last one to leave the fight.
You got to believe everything that happens in life, happens for a reason.
But who decided the definition of happiness in the first place?