Within minutes of taking in her slew of toothy selfies and college girl quotes, I drew some pretty drastic conclusions about a girl I had never met nor spoken to. She probably played soccer in high school and had a mom who baked. And it cut the surface of my skin with such a piercing intensity, its sting broke through to the core of my heart.I firmly decided she was most definitely a carefree bohemian girl. How could my ex be so immersed in a relationship with someone so opposite me?Alcohol and a broken heart have always served as a catalyst for my destructive decisions. She blissfully smiled in every picture and wore denim shorts and flat shoes.
Unless for some odd reason your bestie is 100 percent OK with it, even considering her ex automatically qualifies you as a bad friend. I love my friends, but sharing the same sex partner as them just doesn't strike me as a turn on. You've heard every terrible thing that they did to your best friend.
That goes without saying, but since some seem to forget this, it bears repeating.
I, on the other hand, am tall with a head made up of dark brown hair that I style with a 400-degree flat iron, daily.
I rarely wear glasses, but when I do, they're massive and horn-rimmed, their grand size consuming the half the contents of my face.
One time, I fell into the arms of love so quickly and so deeply, I couldn't see my way out of it.
It was the only time I had ever envisioned the great expanse of my future with another person.
The type that goes to festivals and wears fringed kimonos and adheres flash tattoos onto her tanned skin. For six months, I stalked this new girlfriend with the same perseverance and dedication I had once dutifully pumped into my career and creativity.
In my mind, she was free of the endless stream of torturous thoughts that seem to perpetually tug at the strings of my heart at all times. I both envied and hated her simplicity, the way in which she posted basic pictures of boring sunsets and pink cocktails in plastic cups — and most of all, the uncomplicated relationship she appeared to be having with ex.
And ironically, she's most likely scrolling through all of Zara Barrie is a senior writer for Elite Daily.
She's consumed by style, sexuality, women, words, fashion and feelings.
I'm closed-off by nature, but in this relationship, I exposed the vulnerable parts of myself that up until that point had been pressed tightly up against my chest.