“A one-of-a-kind curiosity that arrives at his door in a black heart-shaped box…a musty dead man’s suit still inhabited by the spirit of its late owner. And now everywhere Judas Coyne goes, the old man is there—watching, waiting, dangling a razor blade on a chain from his bony hand.”
I like you. I spent a long time pretending that wasn’t the case, trying to convince you there weren’t any feelings coming from my side, but I am ready to admit that is a lie.
When you have a soft heart, dumping someone sucks as much as getting dumped yourself.
I have reached an age where I am technically considered an adult, but my anxiety makes me feel like a child.
I am slowly forgetting why I wanted to stay single in the first place. I am slowly remembering how good it feels to be wanted by someone else, to be comforted by someone else, to belong to someone else.
You do not get annoyed because they cannot shut up about a certain topic. You do not make them feel like you could not care less about their interests. You encourage them to talk to you about what is on their mind.
The games disappear as soon as you realize that you get to choose whether or not you play along with them.
I am slowly learning to look forward to tomorrow — even if tomorrow is a Monday.
You should not stubbornly stay single when you are interested in someone. You should not keep your guard high because you are worried about getting hurt.
Even though you joke about wanting to die, you have a million reasons to live.