She Drives Me Crazy

Because before you can worry about who’s in your passenger seat, you have to learn to drive yourself.

“I love when I get you to laugh.”

“Scottie,” she says softly. “Don’t overthink it.”

“Overthink what?”

“Kissing me.”

I was both too much and not enough.

Here’s the thing: I know Tally was tough sometimes, but it makes me uncomfortable to hear it from other people. It makes me question my judgment, because for a while there, I was so happy with her. Was I just oblivious? Or, worse, did I convince myself she cared about me when she really didn’t?

Dating her felt like viewing my life through a photo filter. Sometimes I was swept up by how great we looked together; other times, I felt like the photo underneath wasn’t good enough on its own.

I remember feeling like I was both too much and not enough.

I want to know she understands how it feels to be falling in new love and bleeding from old love at the same time

before you can worry about who’s in your passenger seat, you have to learn to drive yourself.

“You will move through life and fall in love with many different people, and at some point, you will get your heart broken. It’s unavoidable. The key is to not be afraid of the breaking. People break our hearts, but they create more room in them first, and that room makes it possible for us to become more ourselves.”