Ella Ceron

Plan a trip — better yet, book it right now if you can — to somewhere you’ve never been before. You might still be the same person when you’re there, but new sights might give you new perspective.

The last time somebody hit on you, you secretly wondered if someone had put them up to a bet.

Runger is real. Runger is vicious. Sometimes the only way to survive is to give in.

No, love might not (and probably won’t) look like the checklist you think it will. And if you keep your sights and hopes set on someone who doesn’t materialize, you’ll miss all the other people who come along and might surprise you.

If you could ask someone of the opposite sex any question and get an honest answer, what would it be?

No one in the history of ever has been given something because they wanted it really badly. Everyone wants things really badly. The people who earn their dreams do so with a lot of hard work.

Any time anyone expresses fascination in giving you a makeover or helping you pick out clothes, you feel slightly like a Barbie doll that’s been given charity.

Is it scary? Yes. Of course it is. But most things that are worth doing have their risks.

At the risk of sounding too idealistic, it really does come down to trying to find the silver lining in every bad thing (because nine out of ten times, I promise you it will be there) and being proactive rather than simply reactive.

You regularly dream about the days when you didn’t have to think about what to wear in the morning.

Everything is going great, you think — you have chemistry, you click, you have shared interests and your conversations never lull — and then, boom. He’s gone.

We live in a world that places such a premium on the opposite of depression — on that ever-elusive dream of happy, whatever that is — that sometimes we forget that sometimes all we need is just to be okay. Knowing that someone is there. That they will listen. That they care.

We decided to sit down and ask each other everything you’ve wanted to ask your best friend of the opposite sex… but haven’t. The caveat? We had to answer with complete honesty.

Because nothing teaches you about yourself quite like handing your heart wholly over to someone else only to have it spit back in your face.

You routinely wake up to new bruises and scrapes — most of which you have absolutely no idea how you got.

You know, all along, that this is someone with a heart in shards, a soul in pieces, and little affection and warmth and stability to give you — you won’t blame them for it, they need all the resources they can give themselves — yet you still try.

Be sure to take lots of Instagram photos! It’s like that old Tao-ist expression goes: if you take a vacation to a beach in Mexico and don’t photograph yourself in a bikini, did you even vacation?

“Well, I wouldn’t get that.”