I don’t need relationship goals or a series of pictures taking everyone along with us. I just need someone real. I need someone honest. I need something raw.
You’re going to fall for this person and you’re going to wonder how someone didn’t see their value. But you count your blessings for it because then you wouldn’t even have met them in the first place if someone else didn’t lack judgment.
But just because he’s never told you that he loves you doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you.
If you saw the brokenness in her eyes, then maybe you would think twice about never letting her in.
At a certain point, I just stopped brushing my hair. It was disgusting. I would wrap it in a bun and only untie it to reluctantly wash it every other day or so, only to then immediately bundle all of my sopping wet hair, tangled and with soap suds still trapped within the knots, back on top of my head.
Don’t ever let someone make you question if what you feel for someone else is true or not.
They are the kind of girls who thrive on sincerity.
But although you can put neat little ticks against the neat little boxes, you’re still not sure if what you went through was abuse. Because it didn’t feel like abuse. It felt like love.
You’ve lost someone you cared for. You’ve lost someone who made you smile. You’ve lost someone you imagined a future with.
Now is deciding to get over the fear of sleeping with someone else and leaning into an arm around my waist. Now is actually liking it.