Never Fall In Love With A Boy With An Accent
Right person, wrong timing, I guess. Right?
Right person, wrong timing, I guess. Right?
When is enough…enough? You keep wishing for a different ending, but the same scene is playing on repeat. The outcome is…
We had chemistry, but we didn’t create sparks like you and her. We didn’t have people cheering us on, and how could we? I was the mistress.
I stress about things that wouldn’t matter to most people. I just wish I could sleep without fear of waking up from a panic attack or nightmares, I wish I didn’t always feel so depressed, I wish I didn’t always feel so tired.
Do I still love him? Yes. I do. Do I want him back? Yes, I do.
Are you there, dude I dated for over two years? It’s me, the person you are cruelly, cold turkey ignoring for…
The professionals had never seen anything like it, but didn’t seem to think it much cause for concern.
My introduction to online dating was an impulsive product of unattainable love and the awkward fact that I was 21 and still a virgin. You know how they say “be careful what you wish for?”
I have been quiet, obedient and yielding. I’ve sacrificed my emotional and physical well being to meet her needs for all of the years of my life. And even now, as weak as she is and when it’s more obvious than ever that she needs me, my mom doesn’t like me.
I thought that since I was nearly 30, I had to find someone to settle for, who was willing to settle for me.