I was in love with the idea of him. An ideal of him. Of who I thought he was. Of who he used to be.

Why is it that when you discover you can't have something, you want it even more?

When men see an attractive woman, they fantasize about sex. When women see an attractive man they fantasize about a relationship.

If you want a man who's commited, go look in a mental hospital.

Time has a funny way of airbrushing relationships, removing all the things that were wrong so when you look back it looks much better than it really was.

I don't understand it myself, really. It's like the idea of him is better than the him of him

just in case" is the curse of packing