He always picks the restaurant. He always picks the movie. And he’s the only one who ever orgasms.
After all, the most difficult people are the worthiest ones to love.
Loving me is not looking for cure.
It’s okay to wallow. To have a few days of doing nothing, of feeling empty. You’re allowed to be upset. You’re allowed to feel heartbroken. You’re allowed to be angry. Just because it wasn’t ever official doesn’t change the fact that there was something there. Just because it wasn’t ever official doesn’t mean you didn’t feel it. That maybe love was knocking on your door.
We need to remember ourselves. We can talk to someone that understands, or seek comfort in another person’s warmth; but ultimately, healing comes from within as we learn to come to terms with ourselves.
He said something like “we don’t have to do this” so I reassured him that the night had to end with him inside me and asked that he please shut his mouth and fetch me some more wine.
I tried to be normal and I failed. Believe me, I wish I could succeed at being normal.
I kept hanging on, hoping my undeniable charm and humor would win him over and change his mind into loving me and wanting me to be his girlfriend.
I know somewhere locked inside you is the good man I once knew, but I don’t know how much longer I can be picked apart like this.
When you’re with the right person and something good happens for them, you automatically feel like something good has happened for you too – and it feels amazing.