Mike Zacchio

I’ll probably never tell you that you hurt me, or that part of me still carries that pain. I’ll probably never tell you that I haven’t been able to let anyone in since you left, or that part of me is afraid to because of you.

Ross, like Chandler, has humor and wit that are appealing to most women, he is undoubtedly the smartest of the bunch

Chandler would have died alone without Monica.

Sometimes you’re ready for a relationship. Sometimes you want something casual. And sometimes you don’t know what the hell you’re looking for.

I will never stop getting my hopes up in dating, and neither should you. I can’t help but get my hopes up because it’s how I’m wired. It’s in the thoughts running through my mind and in the blood running through my veins. I don’t ever want apathy to take over and turn an exhilarating adventure into a mundane task.

There comes a point where you just want to escape from the plethora of scenarios running through your head and hear a fucking answer — any answer — from them. Then you realize that answer is never going to come.

We had our run, and we had our fun, but the run got exhausting and the fun
stopped altogether. Our flickering flame burned out, and our time in the sun
set. That may sound harsh, but it’s the truth.

His clothes are ironed. Wrinkles are almost never a good look, especially on a date. If his clothes are pressed clean, it means he took the time to make sure he looked presentable for you.

Now think about that past relationship you wanted to fix. Would you really want to be with someone who could not love you for all that you are?

Thank you for choosing me, when there are a million other guys you could have made just as happy. Thank you for letting me love you, and for the love you have given me. Thank you for giving me reason to belief that true love exists, and for the experience that comes along with it once it is found.

You don’t deserve someone who cannot be bothered to dedicate one night of their week to you ahead of time. You deserve someone who circles your date on the calendar and is actually looking forward to seeing you again.

You’ve moved on — married to what seems like a loving husband with whom you share a beautiful child — and I truly could not be happier for you. You deserve all the happiness in the world. You deserve everything that I could not give you, or at least wasn’t ready to give you.

I can’t speak as to what women go through dealing with men, but I know for a fact that many of us are shameless savages with no fucks to give, so I know they are also feeling the struggle.

No one person should ever feel like they are getting less out of the relationship, or that they cannot address something that is on their mind to their partner. If you cannot comfortably broach a subject with your significant other, why would you choose to invest your time, energy, and care into that person?

Being someone who is difficult to love is not an irrational thought or an unfortunate reality. If anything, it is one of the most significant realizations you can make in life. You just cannot let it break you.

The desperation. The disillusion. The dismay. None of it was healthy. My head had to accept reality, my heart would have to shatter before it could mend, and I would have to move on from you entirely. The only way that would happen was with a complete detox.

I want to be with someone who makes me a better person and who makes me want to be an even better person.

The only people who don’t have time for others are those that don’t want to make time for them.