I’ve been in love with somebody. And that somebody didn’t love me. And it isn’t poetic, you don’t learn anything from it and it doesn’t make you stronger. It just hurts. It just fucking hurts. And it hurts for a long time. Because your first love wanted someone else and you weren’t good enough. Why don’t they end novels and teen love stories like that?
I hope you all find someone who gives you cute names and tells you it’s adorable when you do embarrassing things and hugs you when it’s early in the morning and makes you feel like you have a whole disneyland fireworks show going off inside your body and never ever lets you go
in a healthy, close relationship of any kind, when something upsets you, you need to bring it up. as soon as possible, even. cultivate an environment in which you both can talk about things that upset you, with the utmost attention to everyone’s feelings. it’s a really simple thing to do but it’s a thing i’ve been working on for a while and i’m getting actual nice things happening as a result