You deserve a “Hell yes.” Not a “Maybe, let me check my schedule.”
But on day four? You realize you haven't checked your phone in three hours. You finish a whole chapter of a book. You go for a walk without analyzing the lyrics to sad songs. He-s Just Not That Into You
We’ve all been there. It’s 11:47 PM on a Saturday. You’re sitting on your couch in your favorite ratty sweatshirt, phone face-up on the cushion next to you, brightness on max. You’ve already refreshed Instagram, cleaned out your email spam folder, and organized your spice rack by color. You deserve a “Hell yes
We have to look in the mirror and accept that we invested emotional energy into a phantom. We have to delete the number. We have to stop checking our phone every five minutes. We have to be alone again. You go for a walk without analyzing the lyrics to sad songs
And being alone feels boring compared to the fantasy of “what if he finally calls.” Here is the plot twist that the book taught me, but life had to beat into me: