Hugs are so nice.

Someone has missed you or is going to miss you. They love you. They wish to comfort you. They’re happy for you. They’re glad to see you. Maybe it’s a mixture of these, but whatever the case may be, you mean something to them.

Something significant enough that it makes them want to lock their arms around you and press their body onto yours, just to have you close. To get that little bit of a connection with you, whether it’s to make up for lost time or tide them over until next time, or whether their words have failed them but they just need to do something to show how they’re feeling.

I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately and I just think it’s the sweetest thing.

Dear Mama,

After so many heart breaks with women who let me down... I finally found the one.

She took all the pieces of my broken heart and glued them together with her warmth. She’s so beautiful... her eyes resemble your brown eyes and how she has a amazing heart like you Mama.

I finally found the woman you told me to wait for. 

I wish you were here to see her. It saddens me but I know you are smiling from above looking at me and her.

I’m going to propose to her this Friday.

You always told me to make it something she won’t ever forget.

I have made the plans for this.

Thank you Mama for raising me as a man that my soon to be wife adores.

I love you Mama. Forever and always.

It's not that I didn't like you. In fact, I liked you a lot.

I just never expected you to somehow show any interest, and it scared me. I didn't mean to act so indifferent and push you away.

You know the book "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky? There's this quote that read "We accept the love we think we deserve".

I didn't believe I deserved you.


My mom always says that she took 9 months to create my heart so nobody should be able to break it in 15 seconds. Well that failed

You’re softer when we’re alone. Gentler in your words, more liberal with your acts of kindness; amplified caring that is rarely seen in front of other people. I don’t know whether to feel reassured that you hold more affection for me than you typically let on, or disappointed that showing that affection in the presence of others is still a struggle for you. 

I don’t fully understand how I feel about you, so let’s start with what we know. I love you in some way. Mostly platonic, but there is still a smidge of romance repressed under there that drives that ache in my chest every time I look at you. And I’m trying not to feel it because I know there is no happy ending for it. You still have a lot of growing up to do and I still have a lot of self-love to learn. We’re both making progress. Regardless of the amount of progress we make alone, we are still not meant to be together, and that is the part that I’m forcing myself to get my head around. And I also know you love me in some way. Probably completely platonic, but you can’t blame me for holding out a little hope. 

Let’s move on to what I don’t know. I don’t know if you ever get these pangs of nostalgic affection for me or fleeting rushes of jealousy when I talk about other people, and I don’t think I want to know because neither option would make me feel better. Knowing you did would set me back by three years and knowing you didn’t would hurt more than this already does. I don’t know what I’m looking to gain by writing about you other than even more heartache, but I like to think I’m untangling my thoughts this way. 

And finally, I don’t know how to get over you completely. My God, I want to, because you’ve had me in an unintentional emotional chokehold since I was 15 and I am tired of feeling so much for you. But I don’t know how to stop your stupid eyelashes and your voice of honey and seeing you smile from having such an effect on me. I really don’t.


Apparently saying "I won't fall in love with you" ten million times in my head is not going to be very effective

I don’t know who or what either of us are looking for, but I’m ready and willing to try with you.

I think I’d be happier single.

How did we all become so obsessed with finding “the one”? Did you ever think about that?

It’s like we’ve been brainwashed to think that we can’t be happy single, like we’ve been led to believe that life is meaningless without “the one.”

I’m here to call this out as bullshit.

Yeah, some people find true love and they’re happy and that is truly great, but this doesn’t mean that the rest of us will be miserable single.

WHO SAID we can’t be happy single?

WHO SAID we cant live our lives on our own terms?

Don’t let society control the way you think.

Being happy is a choice.

I don’t miss you.

I miss the memory of who you were

If you ever did ask me out, I would probably pass out.