I’m sorry you were the person I used to feel better about myself. I’m sorry you were the only way I could think of to take the loneliness away.
I really should stop reading through old messages, because they are only making me miss you more. They are reminding me of all of the good times.
I never properly mourned our relationship because there was always a piece of me that assumed you would come back.
She is the girl who offered her love and received nothing in return. Who decided to keep on fighting for a relationship that should have ended a long time ago.
Seeing you has become the highlight of my week. It’s what I look forward to when I wake up in the morning.
I have to remind myself we never dated, because it feels like we did. It feels like you were my boyfriend. It feels like you promised me something, even though you never actually said the words aloud.
I am not pushing others away anymore. I am allowing them access to my mind and my heart. I am taking risks I used to avoid.
Block their number. Not as an insult, not to be hateful. Because you don’t need to talk to them, you don’t need to frantically check your phone every time it makes a noise, and you sure as hell don’t need to drunk text or call them.
I cannot wait to spend another year alongside you. I cannot wait to see the couple we grow into together.
At 18, I’d decided that I would lose my virginity to someone I didn’t love. It was a very calculated decision: it was a reasonable age, I was ready. I wanted to be more experienced.