I am enough. Sometimes love is not fair. Sometimes giving your heart to someone does not work out.
You have to ignore the shit out of your ex for at least six months.
Remember last winter? Remember when everything looked like it was on its last leg before spring came like an explosion? You never left the apartment all winter. You barely walked me.
The first play in the playbook is the passing play. Check your field of teammates and see who is open. Let them know you need a hand, that’s exactly what friends are for.
To be blunt, I’m not 19 anymore — drinks, minimal effort and me traveling to you — no longer sounds like a very good time to me. We’ve gotten older, and we’ve both changed — ALOT.
The commute home will be joyful, you’ll see the people around you with fresh eyes and you won’t dread coming home. Songs will start to take on a new meaning again, and you can get through that playlist without tears pricking your eyes.
The “almost relationship” that lasted for three years: Gnocchi with a shit ton of butter and herbs, paired with Bud Lite Lime because you’re ORIGINAL.
“I stopped actually trying to get the upper hand. I’m not sure if objectively that means I got the upper hand, but subjectively it does. I stopped obsessing over him and what he was doing compared to me. And instead focused on my own life without him in it. To me, that’s getting the upper hand, even if it’s totally subjective and unrelated to him.”
People will judge you. People will tell you that you should love them, for you only get one set of parents. You need to know you don’t have to love anyone who doesn’t respect you. No matter the relation.
Breakups and transitions in life are the perfect opportunity to let go of a situation and open yourself to better possibilities coming your way.