Don’t do relationship-like things with a person if you don’t want a relationship.
You will see how terribly different it is between what you need and what he could give, between your longing for real intimacy and his casualty and carelessness, between how you want to be treated and how you allow him to treat you.
Sometimes their greatest romantic interests will turn into nothing because INFJs rarely initiate anything in dating.
This is how it goes: You meet each other. You have a good time. Somewhere between the hugs, the kisses, the sex, they tell you that they like things as they are. Casual. That’s the word. You think, oh, that’s cool. You can do casual.
I still think sex is beautiful and fun, but I am no longer chasing it.
This boy here, or everything I thought was special about him, was simply a fantasy I’d created, a fantasy that was made believable only because I knew nothing about him.
There’s nothing easy about realizing your relationship has failed.
Two of you, in particular, I knew would marry me if I stayed with you. I could see my life unfolding before me.
Nude pictures? No thank you. My body is a wonderland, as John Mayer has told me thousands of times—and it’s no wonder why I want to keep it to myself.
You are not doing anything special by giving him attention.