This person gives you continuous heebie-jeebies. Something about them is just totally sketchy. Maybe it’s the fact that they smile with their mouth closed, or that they just sort of stare into the distance for minutes at a time.
In that last fleeting moment before my outstretched legs hit the water, I felt freer than I have at any other time. I didn’t care what my body looked like or what parts of me jiggled as I sprinted toward the water.
Crossing tasks off your to-do list and feeling like a total boss.
Everything looks so much clearer when you’re looking from the outside in, but maybe it’s time to admit to ourselves that we can fix some of our own problems without even asking for help. We know the answers; we just don’t want to accept them.
But you don’t even text me. You don’t sweep me off my feet and you don’t shower me in flirtations. You don’t make me feel special and you don’t even love me back.
I’m not suggesting that we dedicate our lives to focusing on the things that bring us down, but I do think we have every right to feel bad about our lives’ misfortunes every now and then. It will help us heal from them.
Thank them for putting up with you when you’re moody and don’t feel like talking. Thank them for always giving you a place to stay if you have nowhere else, and never denying you the couch when you were in need.
You know that fighting is part of loving, and would never let a fight come between the love we share.
It’s not fair to yourself or the other person to keep pretending and feigning friendship with someone who you haven’t shared an intimate best friend moment with in over a year.
“My last relationship ended in a mutual split and there are no hard feelings.”