But sadly, the need for instant results is getting many into “situationships” more than friends with benefits, but less than an official relationship.
Thank you for allowing me to learn some tough lessons on my own. Thank you for stopping me when I started to become destructive. Thank you for never questioning me, even when I questioned myself. You have saved me in so many ways.
Let’s swap texts for messy, hand written letters.
You look back and you just feel stupid. You can’t forgive yourself for falling or believing all the lies. You reread every text. You relive every memory. And it all starts making sense — he never wanted love.
I have a low opinion of myself, so I never assume that someone likes me. I assume the opposite. That they are just being nice. That they are just flirty people. That I mean nothing to them.
You don’t deserve my words when what you give me is silence and many, many broken promises.
Screw you for getting scared off whenever I tried to get closer to you. For making me feel like I did something wrong, just by loving you. For convincing me that I was the problem, not you, never you.
I keep my heart closed. My ribcage slammed shut. I push people away as soon as they start to mean something to me because I’m scared of getting too close to anyone.
Once upon a time, I thought, on a scale of 1 to 10, I was an 8.
We consult our friends to brew up the perfect response, the wittiest comeback or the funniest joke so they can see that we’re cool, attractive, charming and funny. We follow everyone else but ourselves.