A happy byproduct of this process has been the opportunity to reinvest in many of my platonic relationships.
You see that they read your message only moments after you sent it. You smile a totally normal smile because of how little this bothers you.
We’re dealing with an addiction that has developed so quickly that it has yet to be clearly defined and given satisfactory treatment.
For better or for worse, I’ll forget about it. And you will too. I’m a psycho. You’re a loser. The end.
I promised myself I wouldn’t change who I am to get married. That means no spray tans, no crash diets, and no religious conversions.
He tells you that his favourite thing about his last girlfriend was that she would clean his room for him. He stares at you pointedly as he says this.