Your need to have the last word.
To anxiety: You guarded me; you were the kindest to me. I had a fucked up definition of kind.
Waiting for something (or someone) to happen
I used to rely on any of these vices to guide me at any given time- now I am fully responsible for everything I do and finding my passion, energy, motivation, and happiness is a heavy order every time.
At twenty years-old and still bewilderingly young, in all my worldly wisdom, the only thing I knew for certain was that despite being flawed and foolhardy and imperfect, I was okay with myself.
Keeping score. He should put in as much effort as you do — but that doesn’t mean you should keep a running tally of every single thing that he does (and doesn’t do).
Canceling plans. Don’t bow out of a party at the last second, because you don't feel like getting dressed. Push yourself to go. Mingle. Meet new people. It might be the best night of your life. It might be the night you find your forever person.
Maybe it’s getting older that makes you less exciting.
We use the clever deceptions of language to believe that we are still in love, that we have always been in love, that you are my habit.
It’s scary. Because when I look at you I see my future.