It's amazing to me how few guys know their friends' birthdays.
In days that follow, I discover that anger is easier to handle than grief.
I still think I love him more. It's one of those things you never know for certain because there's no way to enter all the relationship data in a computer and have it spit out a definitive answer. You can't quantify love, and if you try, you wind up focusing on misleading factors.
I do not expect to get what I want, so I don't. And I don't even try.
I don't break up, I trade up
What appeals to you the most is the very thing that will drive you crazy