I love unreliable narrators. I love having to pay close attention to the words I’m reading to figure out whether I should take them at face value or whether they are complete bullshit. I love playing detective while I read. I love twists and turns and being slapped in the face by the unexpected.
He is not your knight in shining armor. He is not your soulmate. He is not your forever person. He is not even a good guy.
I am slowly learning it’s possible to feel okay again in the future, even though nothing is okay right now.
I was worried you were only interested in being friends. I was worried you would never feel the same way about me.
I hope that, even if you lied about everything else you ever told me, that at least your feelings were real.
Don’t make her question your feelings for her. Don’t make it seem like she is a second choice. Don’t make her wonder whether she cares about you more than you care about her.
Commitment terrifies them, which means that we terrify them.
You can love someone who broke your heart. You can love someone who was never even yours in the first place. You can love someone who doesn’t deserve you at all.
I might not be happy this way, but I’m certainly comfortable this way.
Taurus: You stare at your phone every time you are surrounded by people and either pretend to text or scroll through the same websites that you have already read in order to seem like you are busy.