Proof for happiness (II)

I feel his arms around my shoulders as my body is covering his, laying down for a moment of laziness, in a perfect fit. He starts to cradle slowly, shifting our combined weight from one side to the other, like a slow dance in which the couch is our dance floor. „I want to feel…

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For better.

I did the first grade paper-plane texts. First dates at McDonald’s at 6pm, without a cell phone to let him know I was running late. I sent SMS texts with read receipts. I went on fix ups. I got heart broken by my first love. I ticked the holiday love. I did the fuck friends…

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Self addiction

Stop being consumed by your self-inflicted drama. Stop turning every romance into who you are. Stop taking selfies. Stop wasting yourself in constant need of validation. Stop being your parents choices. Stop thinking that your business card is who you are. Stop living your days in the waiting room of his texts, likes and coffee…

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Sealed lips

They are on strike, taking revenge on me for standing too far for you to hear them shout. They decided not to settle for anything less than perfect, and defined the term by the thickness, softness and sincerity of your lips. Food doesn’t excite them anymore, they treat it as a substitute, a lie, a…

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The awesomeness of failing

So, I ended the year with a bad date. The kind of bad date that crushes your biggest hopes about finishing the year in style, kissing under the mistletoe and going on ski trips together before the winter is over. I realized that had happened somewhere before the second half of my hot chocolate, but…

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