I am fat. According to the way the world defines it, I am a fat person.
There were red flags, but I didn’t notice.
Because I didn’t want you to leave, but I knew I had to let you.
How being the other woman was a deep learning experience.
I think wanting a relationship that isn’t muddied in past lives is not too much to ask.
What if you’re the one you’ve been waiting for?
Newsflash: none of us are the right people.
Playing hard to get’s not just reserved for those early dating days.
What to do when it feels like you’ll never get over this.
Pretending you don’t have feelings doesn’t pay off.
His existence provides me with something less complicated: pure happiness.