This year, skip the fluffy Hallmark cards and give the horror lover in your life a valentine that really expresses your frightening feelings for them.
I see stars in your eyes and I want to build galaxies around you.
I told Ronna I liked Jordan. “He’s very young,” she said. “He’s earnest,” I said. “Arrogant,” she countered. “Hey, Ronna,” I said, “it’s obvious you’re crazy about him.” “I know, isn’t it awful?” “No, it’s not awful, it’s very nice.”
This is for those people. The people who cared, but also knew that it was time to go.
“My girlfriend of 5 1/2 years cheated on me while I was asleep in the next room (in our bed). I found out the next day. I remember her coming in to kiss me at some point in the night. I never had the stones to ask whether it was before or after.”
Listen to them. Like, really listen.
Do you remember when Cher in Clueless sent herself flowers and chocolates? Do the same. That tennis bracelet you’ve been eyeing? Buy it.
Don’t expect a love poem or a mushy-gushy love note unless he is truly “that guy.” Most busy successful guys aren’t love poem guys, they just aren’t.
“Something that says more than he stopped at Rite Aid on his way home from work.”
I remember each time he’d take my picture when I wasn’t looking. I remember him spoiling me with things I sometimes didn’t deserve