You can't fix me. I wish you could. I wish I could see what you see when you look at me, because then I might be able to accept your words in that deep down place.
I'm sorry. I feel like you've gotten a bad rap. I BLAME 13-YEAR-OLDS. AND CHICK FLICKS. AND TEENAGERS IN GENERAL. But infatuation, frankly, I THINK YOU'RE AMAZING. You are pretty much one of the best things EVER with your butterfly-inducting, heart-racing, knee-weakening moments. You make the start of relationships TANTALIZING, EARTH-MOVING and all-around OVERWHELMINGLY EXCITING. But yes, yes, … Continue reading Dear infatuation,
I'm doing it. I'm CALLING YOU OUT. And I'm gonna tell you the things you should do because we as women WANT you to do these things (or at the very least, this woman wants you to do these things). I'll preface this all by saying that men, I think you're great. I love how … Continue reading Dear men,
(Also guy I liked, past tense, once upon a time), I'm gonna give you the best gift EVER. In this post, I will tell you the ways you have DESTROYED MY LIFE and also how you have MADE ME FULL OF JOY. Lastly, I'll let you in on all the crazy things I say in … Continue reading Dear guy I like,
My, we are just taking our good ol' time, aren't we? And by we, I mean you. Because I'm here. ALONE. WAITING. Just like that terrible "Lady in Waiting" book I had to read in youth group told me to. And you're nowhere to be found. In fact, I'm starting to really think you don't exist. … Continue reading Dear Mr. Right,