You admitted you liked me. You kissed me. You slept with me. I thought that made us a couple. I thought that meant we were dating.
There he was. His blue eyes locked with mine and he hurried out of sight. Ouch. Awkward.
It’s digging deep within rather than searching mindlessly in a foreign universe.
I don’t want to be guarded anymore. I don’t want to push you away. I don’t want to pretend I’m better off alone.
You become so excited when he actually pays attention to you that you forget about how horrible you felt when he was treating you like shit only a little while earlier.
When I have strong feelings for you, I will make you a priority. I will drop anything for you. I will be there for you whenever you need me.
You have to love to learn about yourself.
If you’d told me five years ago that Kim Kardashian and Chrissy Teigen would team up to troll the crap out of Kanye West, I wouldn’t have believed you, even if I wanted to.
I don’t want to be the kind of person who focuses on the worst in others, who never gives anyone a chance, who assumes the world is a horrible place filled with heartless souls.