I’ve had friends that called me a guy straight out of a Nicholas Sparks book. But I don’t feel it. I’ve never had that happy ending those books always have. I’m a nice guy.
Maybe I am bitter. Maybe I am too immature to take the high road. Or maybe I’m too smart to put up with your bullshit for any longer.
A person not seeing your worth is not an invitation to try to prove them wrong. It’s a sign that this person is not meant to be in your life because the ones who see your worth don’t need proof.
And it’s worse because he was so nice. It’s worse because he still cared. It’s worse because he called me to break it off instead of texting me or ghosting me. It’s worse because he has a heart. It’s worse because he cried when he told me he was done.
Wanting attention does not make you difficult to love. Needing quality time together does not make you difficult to love. Expecting someone to treat you as a priority instead of a backup plan does not make you difficult to love.
I never know what to say. I always feel awkward. The words never leave my lips right.
I know nothing I say can take away your pain, nothing I say can make this okay, but I promise you this: even if you can’t see it or can’t comprehend at this moment, your heart will heal, and you will find love again.
I stopped obsessing over your social media. Stopped checking to see if your relationship status changed. Stopped scrolling through posts to catch up on your life.
You will go through pain and you will go through heartache, but your heart will be okay. You will be okay.
You never really see articles that are written by people who had the audacity to end the relationship. Confession articles are usually on the point of view of the ones that are left shattered and are still wondering why things ended between them.