You make me laugh until my stomach aches and my snorting makes you laugh even harder. With you I feel like even the most inconvenient of moments are not only tolerable , but easy to get through because we do it together. You’re my teammate, my partner in crime, safety net and best friend.
Whenever I think of you, I think of the night we looked at the stars out of your rear windshield and talked, just talked. Whenever I think of you, it’s purely with fondness. Always, always fondness.
He stands on line at the liquor store, allowing the dreadful monotony wash over him like a startlingly bout of nausea.
Sometimes the only way to solve a broken heart is to remember that you can’t – at least not right away.
In 2018, I am going to find happiness without you, without any man.
Maybe I am bitter. Maybe I am too immature to take the high road. Or maybe I’m too smart to put up with your bullshit for any longer.
And it’s worse because he was so nice. It’s worse because he still cared. It’s worse because he called me to break it off instead of texting me or ghosting me. It’s worse because he has a heart. It’s worse because he cried when he told me he was done.
Wanting attention does not make you difficult to love. Needing quality time together does not make you difficult to love. Expecting someone to treat you as a priority instead of a backup plan does not make you difficult to love.
I never know what to say. I always feel awkward. The words never leave my lips right.
I stopped obsessing over your social media. Stopped checking to see if your relationship status changed. Stopped scrolling through posts to catch up on your life.