If you’re not going to believe—in me, in us—then you’re wasting your time.
He is not the last guy who is going to flirt with you. Who is going to hold you close to cuddle and plan out exciting dates and tell you how much he misses you when you aren’t around.
There’s tons of choices really, but you do what is best for you at the situation you’re in and what would keep your mind at peace.
You’re twenty-six and sitting at your dining room table with a steaming cup of coffee and the silence you’ve forgotten how to fill.
I’ll start doing the things that upset you just to get under your skin. I’ll stop putting effort to be a decent human being. I’ll be lousy with your heart, I’ll be lousy with you in general.
Not everything that’s hard is good of course, but almost everything good is very hard.
One day, the obsession that everyone currently has with caring less and revealing nothing and acting like they don’t have a heart at all is going to be replaced with transparency and honesty and authenticity.
One-night stands should be really fun, at least in theory.
Because you are not for everyone.
You’re never going to get over him, because you refuse to let go of him fully. There are still pieces of him littered across your life.