Friends don’t kiss like this. Don’t touch like this. Don’t let my name rumble out of them like a command, like this.
I deserve to feel special.
This is me saying goodbye to always settling for less than what I want and need.
Even now, when my mind wanders, it ends up back on that night of our first date. If I allow myself, I think of the way you looked at me when your eyes first fixed on my face, almost as if you couldn’t quite believe I was real, and it made me feel alive.
Anxiety can be fleeting, but it can also hang around for a couple of days, depending on the cause and the methods used to try and ease it. But it never lasts forever.
I will promise that I’ll remember this day forever, the day my person married the love of her life. Her McDreamy. I promise I’ll be smiling like a fool in all of your photos. I promise I’ll be by your side throughout it all.
is not to say that you shouldn’t speak to a trusted friend about what you’re going through (you absolutely should), but you also shouldn’t rely on this as your only method of coping. You need to take responsibility for your own mental health first and foremost.
Your expectations aren’t too high, he just can’t live up to them.
It isn’t fair, these triggers you’ve left me with. The way I am always expecting the worst from someone, the way my mind runs away with me when they don’t reply to a text or they pay me more attention than usual.
You deserve to feel like there’s always more he wants to know about you. Like no amount of time with you will ever be enough for him.