Chelsea Fagan

Yes, it’s hard to actually take that leap and write that crazy-person Facebook message at two in the morning about how much you still care about them or how you feel like they’ve been ignoring you of late, but write that crazy-person Facebook message you must.

She asks you questions and you let her linger on the edge of your lips, waiting to catch the answer that will fall out. She calls, and you let it ring, watching it across your table as it buzz, buzz, buzzes.

5. The traveling you’ve been meaning to do always falls by the wayside.

The kind of conversations that only happen over a slightly-hung-over brunch with friends, because you’re all just a little too achy/out of it to care about pretenses.S

The two of you let what would have otherwise been a hasty sleep to an uncomfortable morning-after become something that lasts all night.

We’ve all seen that couple where one partner is slowly but surely whittled out of their friend group because the other one is sporting that incredibly creepy “U Will Luv Me & Only Me 4Ever” look.

I am completely surrounded by women who hate their bodies and will always find them too big or too ugly. I hear, day in and day out, plans to get thinner, ways to work out harder, and humblebraggy exchanges about how much you’re doing to make yourself look more like the person you want to be inside.

“Could someone please inform me the next time my makeup is melting off my face like a sad clown painting because these bathroom lights may have been the worst way to find out.”

Some people are the kind of people who stand up their dates, and sometimes you are unlucky enough to accept a night out with them. And you’ll be the one sitting at the bar, playing on your phone, transforming slowly from “worried” to “humiliated.”

Reading old chats and messages and letters with people you used to love, and remembering what it is about them that was so wonderful.

I could not imagine anything more presumptuous, more condescending, more inappropriate given how much she has done in comparison to me.

I am not good at taking criticism. I mean, to be fair, I don’t know if anyone really is.

Please have tissues ready, and go hug someone that you love.

It takes so long for “No” to really mean something. We are ultimately creatures who want to please, and be accepted, and make one another comfortable.

“I want to try on this outfit, but I don’t want to take off my pants and shoes. Therefore I will just assume that it fits.”

Now your relationship is less like a delicate flower and more like some kind of Cold War-era bunker, ready to withstand literally anything that life will throw at it.

You go, girl, you did what we never could. And then put it on the internet.

I always wonder why adventure and career development and changing my mind can’t occur simultaneously with a fulfilling relationship. I always wonder why we look with a mixture of pity and bewilderment upon our former classmates who got married at 24.