If you were born under the Waning Gibbous, you fall in love selflessly.
It sucks that we don’t talk anymore, because people like you don’t enter my world often.
I don’t need flowers every day. I don’t need the candles. I don’t need the sparkly presents wrapped in ribbon. That’s not the kind of romance I’m talking about. I’m talking about giving me the time of day. I’m talking about eye contact. I’m talking about telling jokes that make me throw my head back laughing.
A real man doesn’t have to drink to admit that he’s amazed by you.
He wants you to stay loyal, but he doesn’t want to commit himself.
Whenever a girl starts to get a little flirtatious with him, he finds a way to work your name into the conversation so she knows he isn’t on the market.
I love the way you fidget when I’m near you because I make you nervous. I love the way you’d constantly lock your eyes with mine. I love how your eyes search for mine even when there are hundreds of other eyes around you.
Let her set the pace. You may be dying to send that dick pic because all the erotic play between you has you totally turned on, but don’t. Make her want it!
When a man truly loves you, other girls are insignificant to him because he is loyal to you. Not only out of respect for you, but for himself and his word.
Don’t stop. Don’t give up on yourself. Don’t let the sadness and the pain take over your every emotion. Get help. Talk to your friends that you know won’t judge you. Call someone. Breathe and know that this too shall pass.