Charlotte Green

Wanting someone you can’t have is one of the most painful things you can experience, in an almost physical way.

He’ll be good-looking, but not unreasonably so. He’ll be successful, but not so much that it is out of your realm of possibility.

It’s such a simple phrase, and yet it means so much.

I believe in public displays of affection that never feel public, because we don’t even notice anyone’s around us.

If they’re comfortable, and I know they will be, I will slowly start to steal your clothes and integrate them quietly into my wardrobe.

Pretty much everyone you meet — even random people on the street — make comments on your height difference. You hear “Wow, he’s really tall!” or “Do you even go up to his belly button?” about once a day.

What is the word for missing someone, for knowing there is something missing from you because they are not there, when you have never had them to begin with? Does that word exist?

You actually go over lists in your head of all the reasons why it’s not a good idea to like them, and how you could never like them in practice because they’re totally wrong for you.

I know that, in your weaker moments, you’ve been overcome with frustration at the appearance of a wedding album on Facebook.

If you think it’s gross to put your mouth on a vagina, you are not mature enough to be having sex yet.

I hope you have someone to spend it with you who loves you, who cares about you, and who doesn’t have some allergic reaction to things going well like I do.

You don’t know if anything is particularly wrong with you, you just know that there is a storyline of love that everyone else gets to follow except for you.