Your first weekend away together. Your first road trip, and the memories of long talks in the car and playlists that stick in your head.
You really don’t want to meet anyone on an app. And it’s not that you don’t realize that it’s honestly similar to meeting someone randomly at a bar, you’re just sick of the endless swiping.
The friends who are always there for you. Devote your time to them, instead of aimlessly trying to spend time with people who make you worry that they won’t return your texts, or reciprocate your affection.
“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.” — Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
You can choose to feel let down by people, or you can choose to grow from each personal experience, even the ones that honestly blow.
Michael Phelps winning gold in London in the 100m Butterly. Watching Phelps’ mom is almost better than watching Phelps. She is 100% the true Olympian.
But when Jojo is on cloud nine claiming that nothing can go wrong, and then is immediately handed a magazine that was also planted in the boys room, that’s going a little far.
You will become enthralled with their presence all too easily. They are easy to fall for; it feels intoxicating to be around them because of their welcoming touch and creative, different outlook on things.
Lazy Sundays… aren’t really a thing for them. I mean, they might like to sleep in, but they probably won’t just stay in all day. They’ll plan something for you guys to do together.
Trying online dating. It’s going down, I’m yellin’ Tinder.