I liked you even when I hated you, even when you pissed me off, even when you gave me reasons to give up on you.
His heart was never truly aligned with mine, and while I know he cared about me, and still does, the way he looked at me would never be more than the admiration of a dear friend.
You need to remember your worth. You need to remind yourself of how much you have to give and how little you have gotten in return.
Surviving a traumatic event that’s only really real to you can be extra difficult , so I’ve put together a fuckboy tried and tested survival guide for the worst part of a breakup: the first two weeks after.
In time as you get to know this person better as scary as it might be, what you’ll realize is despite their flaws and shortcomings they became exactly what you needed while everyone else stood there not stepping up to the plate.
Understanding your worth and your value isn’t a reflection of the love someone couldn’t give but rather their inability to see what you had to offer.
She will never actually say these things, but she constantly daydreams about what would happen if she did.
Clearly, she can’t do something to fight for your love.
These girls know how to love furiously and passionately and chaotically, they know that sometimes love is not what it had promised to be, sometimes it isn’t even close.
I was always the chronically single girl. Never had a proper relationship, just “almost relationships.” I had almost given up hope on meeting someone nice. And then you walked into my life.