What I had were false hopes. I should’ve let you go when I had the chance, because as days turn to years, it gets harder and harder.
It’s okay to look at their display picture, type a message and delete it. It is okay to listen to old, rusty breakup songs, and cry yourself to sleep. It’s okay.
You deserve to be the one, the only one. And if he isn’t capable of that, you deserve someone else. Someone better. Someone worthy of you.
You’ll be my flowing river of emotions, my roots, my solid ground, my strength, my moon, and my stars. You’ll be home to me.
I remember telling you once that I wanted to live near the ocean, a beachfront home. You said you could never do it, that sharks scared you more than anything.
The guy who says he’s “looking for someone to go on adventures with.” Does he want to go hiking or does he want to go to an abandoned parking lot and get high? Unclear.
Sisterhood is living proof that there actually are people in this world who epitomize loyalty, and it reminds me every day that being the most beautiful person on the outside isn’t what makes someone special.
You love them when they’re unlovable and you stay faithful even when they’re far away.
A Leo might talk about themselves the entire date, but at least they’re nowhere near awkward.
No one has to be brave anymore. No one has to go up to each other at the bar anymore. There’s an app for that.