This Is The Breakup Letter I Wrote You, And The Ending I Left Out
I love you, but I think we can both agree that we were both unhappy and that we just couldn’t go on the way we were.
I love you, but I think we can both agree that we were both unhappy and that we just couldn’t go on the way we were.
What has affected my level of happiness or quality of life is the ways in which I feel I am supposed to feel about being single — which is guilty.
“What are you all doing on this plane at the same time?”
“You’re about to find out,” she said.
Show your friends and your family members that you care.
Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me? I remember every single time you told me you loved me.
I was forced to face reality: we were a secret, we were not allowed, I was a mistress, he was a cheater.
Mindfulness made me realize that I’m ok without him, and I might even be better off without him.
When I was three months into my first “real” job, I was living the highs and lows of being an assistant…
So, imagine a world where this isn’t okay. Where friends don’t do this to friends.
Does guilt seep in at all when you think about what you’ve done? Does it matter at all that you’ve shattered someone?