If you’re staying with them solely because you feel like you should, because you’ve been with them for five years and you don’t want the memories to go to waste, and their stuff is all over your apartment, and you’d have to delete 80 percent of your profile pictures, and their favorite jersey hangs so perfectly off your shoulder, then don’t stay.
I came out before Facebook became big, so I did not get to come out on Facebook. Shame — bet I would have gotten a ton of likes.
I don’t know good wine from cheap wine, light from dark roast, Coke from Pepsi. But I know that your love gives me goose bumps.
All of my life I’ve been conservative. Old-fashioned. But with you, I didn’t feel like being conservative. With you, I felt like taking a cab back to your apartment and throwing all my values, and ethics, and beliefs, and hopes out the window.
I asked if you knew just how perfect your eyes were. You said that you’d been told before. But that wasn’t my question. I wanted to know if you knew.
Maybe there is no one moment we fall in love, or we just don’t feel it anyway, but we feel the moment that we realize we’ve been feeling the way we have because we’re in love.
I can’t promise that a day will go by in which I don’t fight with you. But I can promise that not a day will go by in which I don’t fight for you.
Someone who won’t see past the fact that I laugh at my own jokes, often before I get to the punch line, but who sees that as a trait that catapults their love for me.
Like the way you’ll sit through foreseeably awful romantic comedies with me and never comment on their predictability, because you know that I find comfort in knowing what’s to come.
In this moment, I understood all the clichés they used to tell me about fate. I even became less skeptical of poetry.