Mélanie Berliet

The thing is, no one ever figures their shit out. Not Oprah. Not your impossibly beautiful, charming friend who always seems to know exactly what to say and how to act. Not your mentor. Not your parents. Not your brother or sister.

Real guys reveal the tiny things you do to win them over without even realizing it.

Fact: Couples that play together stay together.

Love is a bed of roses—expect a few thorns amidst all those soft petals.

You fix your relationship by conquering uncertainty with a heavy dose of trust, which is the antidote to doubt. Rebuild it from zero if you must, but without it love is just dust.

Real guys confess exactly what goes down when she’s out of town.

You send each other inspirational messages that speak directly to the heart (and vagina).

Thank you for transforming ordinary activities into extraordinary experiences just by being there.

You’re beautiful—but you don’t confuse “beauty” with “looks.” You associate attractiveness with comfort, confidence, and authenticity.

“Wiping away his eye crust.”

There’s literally nothing more irresistible to you than your partner’s smile, and nothing more satisfying than being responsible for triggering it.

“Our friendship is just too important to me.”

I need you like a diamond needs the myth of its value.

You secretly love joking about being a girl who knows exactly what to do when balls fly in her face.

I swear I wasn’t lying, I was just writing fiction with my mouth again.

Love is like dancing. Doing it right requires shelving any concern about how ridiculous you might look in the process.

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To say that love conquers all is hyperbolic and misleading. It’s also a dangerous belief because it engenders a kind of hopeful laziness.