To The Man Who Couldn’t Love Me The Way I Loved Him
This is my last letter to you. I have never known a love like ours. It is probably the deepest love…
This is my last letter to you. I have never known a love like ours. It is probably the deepest love…
Perfect. There’s that word again just lingering. Lingering like the words you struggle to say.
After being away from you for long enough, the return of my creativity nearly brought me to tears. Happy tears. It also contributed to my new found self-worth. Without you.
Our society is not good at recognizing patterns of female sexual misbehavior because our investigations are still set up with the assumption they are there to find and identify male “creeps.”
Charisma = Sexiness.
I will never be able to, nor am I willing to, risk what I have with you now for anything.
My fear is not spiders, heights, or loud noises. It is losing people that are supposed to stay.
He had to make a choice, looked at both options, and decided he didn’t want you. He wanted her.
I received two hearts — given to me to protect and preserve, and I dropped them both.
Don’t go see it. Don’t go see another film that abuses a woman to further the story of a man.