Walking you home even if it’s inconvenient or out of the way. It’s dangerous to walk home alone, or even because those few extra minutes with you for extra conversation time to learn about your day would mean the world to him.
A home. Love. A relationship that could actually work. No, these are not the things that happen to bad people, to broken people, to people who come from an unconventional home.
If you date for three months then it’s likely you’ll be dating for four years.
You freeze up and answer all their lovely, open-ended questions with yes or no answers.
I am well-versed in vacant conversations where people are too cowardly to admit that they could never love me. I don’t need to feel your cold disposition to know that it exists, and I can sense you are detached even when you are touching me.
She’s got her eyes on the prize, the guy with the deep, soulful eyes
As my date and I rode into Detroit with a bus full of fellow college freshmen, I felt like a character straight out of a Sinclair Lewis novel – kitschy, afraid, but most of all, excited.
Real love was the simple experience of lying in bed beside him and not having to want for a thing.
Those in relationships tell us that we’re either with someone, or we’re not. Romantic comedies profile marriages or breakups, and those that do chronicle the “in-between” (“Friends with Benefits,” “No Strings Attached”) end in the former.
You stop for a moment and tell yourself “This is real, and this is actually what I want.” You feel silly because you’re young. You’re reckless, but you’re brave.