Stay single until you are ready to commit. Until you are ready to hand your heart over to one girl. One girl who makes you feel at peace. One girl who makes you feel like you are important. One girl who makes you think of home as a person instead of a place.
When you’re 22, you think your first love will be your only love. And that craft beers are a right of passage.
Human beings are complex creatures no doubt, but deep down many of us just want to feel like our voice is being heard and we feel accepted. Likeable people understand this and make it a point to end each conversation in a way that reinforces that they were listening and that they care.
You were willing to love, be vulnerable, and self-sacrificial. That’s beautiful, so don’t scorn yourself for loving.
You make me laugh until my stomach aches and my snorting makes you laugh even harder. With you I feel like even the most inconvenient of moments are not only tolerable , but easy to get through because we do it together. You’re my teammate, my partner in crime, safety net and best friend.
Whenever I think of you, I think of the night we looked at the stars out of your rear windshield and talked, just talked. Whenever I think of you, it’s purely with fondness. Always, always fondness.
He stands on line at the liquor store, allowing the dreadful monotony wash over him like a startlingly bout of nausea.
Sometimes the only way to solve a broken heart is to remember that you can’t – at least not right away.
In 2018, I am going to find happiness without you, without any man.
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.