My organization, cleaning, and housekeeping methods are neurotic as hers.
“I have to pee sooooooOOOoo bad, let me out!”
You are everything I’ve deserved, but didn’t know it until I met you.
I’d rather be passionate about my life than merely float through it. That cool girl might exist, but I am not her. I am sensitive. I am passionate. And I am emotional.
In a sick and twisted way, I wouldn’t know what to do if I didn’t still feel your presence. It makes me feel like I’m alive and that I’m fighting for something.
If you’d like a short definition of ghosting, then here it is: You are an asshole. That’s it! Bottom line. We have all done it and we will all continue to do it regardless of how many times it happens in our dating lives. We are all assholes!
As I look back at the lengths I went to make you proud, it makes me so sad. I would make myself physically sick so that I didn’t fail a fitness test. I sacrificed relationships and events for the sake of the game. And as I look back, I don’t know if I did any of this for me.