You are not weak. You are not a burden. You are not alone
You’re not an ideal kind of boyfriend because you’re too sensitive.
I’m the girl you text after last call. I’m the girl you forget exists until you’re drunk and alone and need someone.
I feel alone when it’s midnight and sleep refuses to find me. When I think about all of the people that I want to text, but would never text. All of the people that I still think about on a daily basis but have probably forgotten about me long ago.
I find comfort in waking up every day without waiting for a call or a text, without having to wonder how someone feels, without missing anyone.
Sometimes they fall in love with me. They promise me forever. They promise to always be there. Still, I can’t get myself to fall for them. I’d rather fall in love with you again.
I am an introvert. I know this about myself. I enjoy being alone. Moreover — as is true of most introverts, I think — I romanticize the idea of being alone. But being alone for any real length of time is romantic only in theory.
You’re engaging with life more, as opposed to withdrawing from it because you’re in a relationship.
I’ve been a dad exactly half of my life.
Sometimes the amount of pressure we put on ourselves to find love is unbearable, and love doesn’t have to be something that feels so pressured.