love and self-love

Things I Love (But Pretend To Hate)

someone holds up a book that says "happy" in a library

I love when people give me nicknames, even when I say I hate them. There aren’t a lot of fun, cute ways to shorten my name, but there’s still something so intimate when someone finds a way to, anyway. I like the feeling that someone knows me so well that we become an informality; I like knowing that they, and they alone, have a word that stands just for me.

One-Sided Love Is Not Love

One-sided love is not love. It’s torture. It’s waiting for something that might never happen. It’s looking at someone who doesn’t see you. It’s thinking about someone day and night while you probably never cross their mind.

This Is Real Love

Real love comes after the falling. We’ll know if it’s meant to last by how much of a team we can remain when circumstances work against us.