Romance
I Don’t Want You To Play Dating Games With Me
Love is not a game. Love is not about rules. Love is about souls, about hearts, and about that mirror that we allow to reflect our spirits so that we are truly naked before each other.
This Is What Being Faithful Means Because It’s More Than Not Sleeping Around
Being faithful means more than keeping your hands to yourself. It means more than only sleeping with one person, only kissing one person, only being physically involved with one person.
You Should Never Feel Stupid For Falling For Someone You Didn’t Actually Date
You were an almost. The girl who was almost worth dating. The girl who almost made him want to settle down. The girl who was almost good enough.
How To Miss Someone
Don’t let your loneliness ruin you. Don’t let someone who left you, have all the power. And don’t let this feeling take control on you. It’s just a feeling. Just a moment. Just a second
If You Feel Like Your Parnter Isn’t Listening To You, Do These 3 Things
As adults, we crave to be seen in our rawness. To courageously allow another into our inner emotional world. But being vulnerable is no easy task. It’s much easier to blame or attack our partners for the problems in our relationship, rather than express how we are feeling.
This Is Why You Are Still Not Over Him After All This Time, Based On Your Zodiac Sign
Taurus: You stalk his social media on a weekly basis. You scroll through all his photos and read all his posts. You’re not over him yet, because you keep torturing yourself by checking up on him.
27 People Share The Most Brutal Way Someone Rejected Them Romantically
This Is Why Your Second Love Will Be Better Than Your First
Think about how brave you have to be to be willing to love someone after your first love, after your heart was broken.
This Might Make Me A Bitch, But I Don’t Actually Want You To Be Happy
I want you to cry your eyes out over me. I want you to consider me the girl who got away. I want you to hate yourself for losing me.
Our Strip Mall Romance
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.
