So, with industrialization, courtship had suddenly changed. It had gone from “calling” to “dating.” And men’s money was now at the center of the interaction. Dating had become transactional.
I want a mature kind of love. A love where games would not need to be played.
You stop wondering why it had to end.
In a world full of swiping right based purely on physical appearances, I’d rather be alone with my dogs.
Who gave you permission to write about him when he doesn’t deserve your poetry?
It never gets old, the way you love. So deep and true, I could taste your love on my very lips.
A man who wants to be part of your world for good will always find a way to be connected to you.
I am here to point out that everybody, man or woman, has one thing in common: being good at relationships.
You love him enough to stay, even though a part of you knows you deserve so much better. But how much do you love yourself?
Thank you for loving me even when you are frustrated with me.