Another day, another month, another year goes by and you are stagnant in a relationship that you are completely unsure about.
It feels like heartbreak is your fate and you might as well get used to it, because nothing is apparently changing.
A few years ago, we had a resurgence of the awkward kid. It was suddenly cool to act like you were awkward, to profess how weird you were in certain situations, and to play up those character traits as cute little quirks.
“Lose my number” used to be a thing. Now it’s more like: lose my number, unfriend me, stop following me on Instagram and Twitter, remove me from Snapchat, delete my email address.
They’re a sounding board for every weird thought, embarrassing fear, ambitious goal, freaky dream, and just about every other notion you’ve ever had.
They ask for it too directly.
“The main difference between men and women is that men are lunatics and women are idiots.”
You have moved on, but part of them still sticks with you and you cannot explain why you care so much.
Because J.K. Rowling knows you better than you know yourself.
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs You’re a hopeless romantic.