I’ve kissed someone who ended up breaking my heart, who loved me but not in the same way or capacity as I loved them. I’ve kissed someone whose kiss I never expected but whose kiss sent a shiver down my spine, goose bumps across my body and butterflies to my stomach.
Then one day two summers ago, I pretty much said, “Screw it.” That was the last time I bought a pair of heels.
I was sitting on a park bench alone crying, desperate for someone to take care of me, to fix me and then it hit me. I was there to take care of myself. That thought had never occurred to me before.
Great life lessons are learned through uncertain times.
Science has thoroughly demonstrated that announcing your plans to the world makes you less likely to actually achieve them.
I miss the kind of love where you didn’t expect much, other than to remember to decorate each other’s lockers for your birthdays or make sure to have matching colored outfits to semi-formal and only slow dance with each other.
You deserve to have your beliefs questioned constantly and your opinions undermined to the point of hysterical doubt.
Long after the fall, I was still imprisoned by the monstrosity of what happened, the “what-should-be”s, the “what-could-have-been”s and the fact that his present is happier than what we had.
People who “just aren’t dessert people.” Studies should be done.
Those who are openly racist get branded with plenty of negative terms: hateful, ignorant, backwards, vile, every name in the book—that…