Holly Riordan

It’s okay if you have no one to text about what’s wrong, no one that would understand what you’re going through.

I don’t like to go anywhere on my own. If I’m invited to a party, I want to drive there with a friend, so I don’t have to walk through the door alone. I want someone that I can follow around like a puppy dog, someone that will make me feel a little more comfortable.

I knew he was my forever person when we first spoke and the conversation flowed without any awkward pauses, when I realized I was completely comfortable with him by my side.

Because of them, you aren’t afraid to leave unhealthy relationships behind. You won’t let anyone treat you like crap, because you know that walking away is always an option.

Cancer: She tells lies about her boyfriend. She wants it to look like her relationship is perfect, so she never tells her friends about the big fights that she’s had and the nights she’s spent sleeping on the couch.

Secretly, she’s lost. Confused. Unsure of what she should do with her life.

If we’ve been texting for months and are both attracted to each other and want to spend time together, then why the hell aren’t we dating? Why aren’t we even close? What are we waiting for?

About a month ago, the texts started pouring in, telling me that I had a twin walking around Long Island. A girl that looked just like me, down to the floral tattoos across my arms.

You love him, and even though he hasn’t been showing it lately, you know that he loves you too, so you decide to give him one last chance.

If life is going well for too long, then I assume that something bad is bound to happen. That the universe wouldn’t let me be happy for too many weeks without balancing things out.

We don’t have exes anymore. We have guys that we hooked up with. Girls that we once had a thing with.

“My mother claimed she felt a ghost touching her shoulder. My father claimed he heard someone shouting his name. I saw a teddy bear rise at the end of my bed to lunge at me.”

“Once I woke up to find that my bed was levitating in the air. Just to confirm that it was not a hallucination nor a nightmare, I scratched upon the ceiling with my nails and used the metal strap of my wrist watch that was under my pillow to leave scratch marks.”

Midnight is when her mind wanders the most. When she has time to think about the world and her place inside of it.

When they’re upset, so are you. You’ve actually cried tears over something that didn’t involve you at all, because you hated that they were going through pain. You hated seeing them like that.

She gives out second chances. She sees the best in people. She refuses to quit.

Strong men are the ones that refuse to play games, because they believe in honesty. The ones that hate the thought of letting a good girl get away, so they put in as much effort as they can to show her that she matters, that she means something to him.

The worst thing you could ever do is make her think that you’re going to be her boyfriend — and then turn into a complete stranger.