One day, I realized that I was saying “sorry” all wrong.
There is no one way to be a woman or to fall in love
You get emotional when you overthink.
That’s when you start stumbling over your words, getting all the things out, crying out with all the pain you have suppressed when you release all the stress and anxiety that you have tried to hide….the room shifts somehow. It feels more honest. More open. Like you can keep going. Like you should keep going.
This is YOLO like you have always dreamed.
It may be a little awkward, but don’t let that stop you.
He fidgets all night. He acts like he is hiding something.
It makes you angry that you still care. You hate that you still wonder if he misses you at all. If he regrets anything at all. You want to be the kind of girl that can flip her hair and the boy and not be bothered. But you are human.
When you have built a life for yourself, an identity that you like a lot and are in a place that you love, changing is (understandably) one of the last things on your mind. But life is full of unexpected turns.
I have started pretending that I don’t notice. I never wanted to play pretend. But now I am forced to play a game that I never wanted to play for the sake of guarding what is left of my dignity when it comes to you.