That’s the thing about learning to love yourself. There is no timeline.
I don’t need flowers every day. I don’t need the candles. I don’t need the sparkly presents wrapped in ribbon. That’s not the kind of romance I’m talking about. I’m talking about giving me the time of day. I’m talking about eye contact. I’m talking about telling jokes that make me throw my head back laughing.
We’re too afraid to even ask for what we want, what we deserve, when it comes to love.
“…Let me love you And I will love you Until you learn to love yourself” – Ne-Yo You don’t want the flowers, the kisses, the hugs, the sex and the close proximity as much as you want to be seen.…
I told myself I’d write about the time we parked your station wagon at the top of the Hollywood Hills by the bird streets and sat and talked during Thanksgiving break. I don’t even remember if we kissed.
His lips collided with hers, silencing the name of the man who threatened to come between them. One hand cupped the back of her head while the other held onto the side of her face. He kissed her like he hated her, hard and fierce. Like at any moment she might disappear before his eyes.
If someone says they like you, it’s hard to see it as a big deal because words and feelings are thrown about so frequently that their value becomes lost and meaningless.
Marriage doesn’t mean you stop fighting, it means you found a reason worth fighting for.
Sagittarius: You’re creative in bed and outside it, and you lust for a partner who can stand up to your natural high.
I picked him up for a party in my old beat up Buick; he smiled mischievously when he climbed in. “Just us tonight?” he asked. I still remember that rough feeling in my stomach as I nodded, as if something bigger than butterflies were ricocheting back and forth deep inside me. It made me feel like maybe I could fly, too.