All of a sudden, invitations started rolling in. Looking back, I realize I received them at the same pace before this point, but I had begun to finally see the potential in them rather than immediately dismiss them.
I think humans, especially anxious ones, have a marvelous ability to adapt. They’ve seen the worst to come, and in a weird way, are prepared for it all to fall apart.
My god it’s cheesy, and that’s probably because so many people have said it over and over again: it’s messy and touching and an important part of living your life.
It helped that he was attractive and smart, it also helped that he had a creative mind, but when he made me laugh I was like putty in his hands. He had me.