You are passionate enough to find a way to turn your hobby into a career, so that you wake up every Monday eager to get to work and spend every Friday feeling fulfilled with how you’ve spent your week.
It hurts to know you can go weeks without texting me and not miss me at all.
She only comes across as clingy, because she isn’t afraid of expressing her feelings.
They aren’t going to dumb themselves down in order to appear cute. They aren’t going to laugh at every word that comes out of your mouth.
You waste time examining mixed signals. You waste time overthinking the texts he sends. You waste time trying to figure out what the hell he’s thinking because he is never straight with you.
I am not the kind of girl who causes butterflies.
You feel like a priority. You feel like a first choice. You feel like you’re getting as much as you’re giving.
There is nothing more annoying that a person who believes that it’s okay to be fickle, it’s okay to leave me waiting, it’s okay to pick and choose when to pay attention to me and when to act like I’m invisible.
You so badly want to believe that they have feelings for you too that you start to read into everything that they say and do.
You keep her up at night hoping that one day she’ll be falling asleep next to you instead of next to a text from you.