We stay because we are weaker than we think. We need other people’s blankets to survive. Even if it hurts, we embrace being the second boyfriend or girlfriend. We then wear masks to hide how we truly feel because of our fear of being alone.
But more than anything, I hope you never stop noticing her. Never let the little things or the big things or, worst of all, her stop mattering. Don’t forget the flowers and the kisses good night. Don’t forget to tell her you love her.
If I succumb to my fears and refuse to travel and see this beautiful world, I’m letting the terrorists win.
She’s not incredibly concerned about the plan as long as the alcohol has been figured out.
What’s your worst season of the year? Do you have one? Are they all bad?
It saddened me to realize that it took my own abortion to prompt me to stand up for other women’s rights to choose.
At six years old, my son is not capable of fully understanding the lifelong price he will pay for his father’s mistakes.
Reading stories online of people hoping to reconnect with their ex four, five and six months post break up scared me shitless. Was I going to be waiting for someone who was never coming back?
It doesn’t matter if someone tells you they love you, or will always be with you. If they can imagine a life without you, let go.
“I want you to know I am in a better place now, I don’t want there to be any negative energy between us.”