as a grown up, i've realized you don't want to be crazy in love. you want someone who gives you peace of mind, reassurance, and consistency not constant anxiety and little heart attacks
Cutting people off feels different now. It’s not anger, it’s grief. Like dang… I really wanted you here, but your actions showed me I’m not safe with you.
Acts of service men are dangerously attractive.
Fixing problems, making sure you’ve eaten, charging your phone, carrying your things… that’s romance to me.