11 Things All Short Girls Who Have Tall Boyfriends Understand

11 Things All Short Girls Who Have Tall Boyfriends Understand

While all these things are great and funny, you know that your S.O. and you would still love each other no matter what height you each were.
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Being a short person is hard because you can't reach things, people use you as arm rests, and everyone calls you cute then proceeds to pick you up. #donttouchme

Being short has it disadvantages, for sure, but there are a few things it's good for. Like when dating someone tall, you have all these cute quirks that people just think are adorable (and you do too). So, without further ado, here are 10 things that all short girls do while having a tall boyfriend (or girlfriend).

1. When he hugs you, he envelops you with love.

Those big arms and face planting his chest just makes everything feel right in the world. His hugs shut out everything and it's comforting. His tall hugs that press your check into his chest make you feel more safe and loved that you could've ever imagined. You love listening to his heart beat steadily against your cheek and you think about how much you truly love this person.

2. He reaches the tall things for you.

You never want to admit you need help and you rarely do because all short girls mastered climbing counters and other stable (totally not stable) objects by the time they were in high school but sometimes it's inevitable. You also need help with pickle jars because they get you every time but that's a strong guy thing, not a tall guy thing. I always mumble a "thank you" and then promptly say I could totally have done it myself, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

3. You have a "face" for when you want him to lean down so you can kiss him.

You tilt your face up and just stare at him, with your eyes closed and lips puckered. He'll get the hint. Either that or just climb him like a deranged monkey so you can kiss him. Then there is the reasonable thing, which is just asking him to lean down but that's the less fun option.

4. He calls you cute and for once, you don't mind it.

No one is allowed to call you cute...except for him. He doesn't make it sound like a lesser compliment but rather something so endearing that you can't help but be flattered by. He knows you're cute but that you're also sexy, beautiful, and one of a kind. He's lucky to have a cute, short girl like you.

5. You may be small, but you are fierce and he knows you'd totally beat him in a wrestling match.

Well, he lets you think that, at the very least. And sometimes, he lets you win but you still feel superior if he caves easily (probably so he doesn't hurt her royal tininess). If you are dating a small girl then you know that if she has older sibling, you need to watch out because she is the BABY and they will protect her, even if she can protect herself.

6. He asks you to do small people things, like fit into tiny spaces.

Can you climb up there? Here, let me lift you up so you can reach X, Y, and Z. Can you grab that off the ground? You're closer.

You are always being used for your size but that makes you feel useful and like you are returning the favor of him getting high things down for you. You always agree to do short people things because it gives you a sense of purpose and makes you feel useful to tall people.

7. The hand holding can be a bit off, but you both love it.

Your arm is bent at an awkward angle and it kinda hurts but you hold hands anyways because you love to show off some mild PDA. After a while of dating and hand holding, you guys figure out the perfect position of holding hands so that you both are comfy and happy.

8. Sex is more fun because us short girls are easier to move around.

We can be more malleable and this, by no means, is a shot at tall girls because ya'll got bedroom moves. Short girls can just do some of those awkward AF yoga-like sex positions...not that we actually do...but we can. It's good to have options that we never use. Missionary it is!

9. Spooning is the best.

Being the little spoon is one of the best feelings on Earth. You have all the cuddles and heat of the person you love so much radiating behind you, creating a pocket of love and comfort. It's honestly one of the best feelings you have ever experienced.

10. They come down to your level every so often.

One of your favorite things is when he leans on you for support. Honestly, your physical height isn't nearly a match for your emotional height because you are always there to love and comfort your man. One thing my boyfriend does is; he'll scooch down the bed and lay his head on my chest or tummy and look up at me. Our height disappears because he came down to my level for love and that means so much to me. You know you love when they cuddle close to you and use you as a human pillow because it shows they trust you with their emotions and their body.

11. Height actually doesn't matter.

While all these things are great and funny, you know that your S.O. and you would still love each other no matter what height you each were. It's moot, honestly. Because height #notimportant, but unconditional love and acceptance totally are. I'm five foot one and my boyfriend is six feet but even if he was five, five or whatever, I would still love him just the same.

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To The Person Who Broke My Heart, A Reflection

A reflection on what I have lost.
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To the person who broke my heart,

I am writing to you from my bedroom on Valentine's Day, a holiday meant to celebrate love and companionship between lovers and friends. All week, I've been listening to the plans being made to celebrate the holiday: dinner and a movie, a walk on the beach, a picnic in the park. My friends have been talking excitedly about the gifts that they are going to give to their girlfriends, the romantics within them awakened at the prospect of strengthing their established relationship. However, I shall be alone this Valentine's Day. There will be no one to give me flowers, no one to give me chocolates, and no one to tell me how much they love me.

That could have been you.

If you're reading this, I wanted to let you know from the start that this letter is not meant to harass you or criticize you; I just want to let you know how I've been feeling since you've called it quits.

When we went on our first date, I knew my feelings for you to be true and not just some passing fancy. For once, I believed that the seed of love had been planted within the soil of my heart. It had been so long since I had felt so strongly about someone. I felt like this was the start of something beautiful, the start of my first real relationship with someone I connected deeply with. I began to imagine all the things we would do, of all the things we would see, of those tender kisses shared beneath a starry sky and of nights spent cuddled in a warm bed.

I felt attractive and beautiful for once.

Every time you put your arm around me, every time you embraced me, I felt as if I were floating high above the world, carried upon the wings of Cupid. I told everyone about you, about our dates, about the kind of person you were. I was so happy and excited about you, about the kind of relationship we were going to have.

Then, you kissed me. My first kiss was with you. In that moment when you placed your lips upon mine, the whole world melted away and it was just you and I. I was dizzy with happiness, feeling as if I were going to faint at any moment from sheer joy. I remember how you told me how happy you were after you kissed me and my heart sang; for once, I thought, I was going to have someone to share my life with.

But then, things changed.

You left our date early on Friday, leaving me alone for the rest of "Singin' in the Rain." I wished I would have fought harder for you to stay, but I understood why you had to leave. I always wanted to be understanding with you, to make sure you knew how much I cared. You canceled our date Saturday too, making me even more worried. Then came Sunday. The day you broke my heart.

Just as quickly as it began, it ended. You called it quits and pulled the roots from my heart. Did you know, when you gave me the news, I lied to you? I told you I understood, that it was fine, but it wasn't fine. I was distraught. I cried. I felt like such a fool for letting myself be taken with you so quickly. From that day forward, my life became bleak. I took no enjoyment in anything and saw happiness nowhere. I was jealous of those who were in love, of those who have just begun their relationship, while I was pushed back into a dark pit of despair after I had crawled back to the top. My heart lay shattered upon the ground and I didn't know how to pick the pieces back up.

You know what hurts the most? The fact that it seems like it never happened. When I look back on our time together, it seems like a dream, that I had created a fantasy world out of sheer loneliness. I wonder if you think of me at all. Do I ever cross your mind? Am I ever brought up in conversation? Or was I just another face, another heart to break? Was I to be a conquest that turned out to be unsuccessful? I don't think I shall ever know.

To be honest, I blame myself. Maybe I was too forward or maybe I was too suffocating. I blame myself for letting my emotions getting out of hand. I blame myself for not writing to you or checking up on you. I blame myself for dwelling on something people would've normally have gotten over quickly.

I want you to know that I don't hate you, I don't think I ever could. My mind wants me to hate you, to pick out all your flaws, but my heart still wants me to see nothing but the good. I don't think I shall ever forget you.

Promise me something, though: the next person you date, please, don't break their heart.

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A Swipe In The Right Direction

When you know, you know. You know?
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They say that love finds you when you least expect it, and boy, can I vouch for that. Fall semester of my freshman year, I studied abroad in London, and as any girl would in a place full of hot accents and even hotter football players, I got on Tinder.

I had always dreamed of going to London and falling in love with a British guy who would sweep me off my feet, just like how you see in the movies. I went on a few dates, but nothing had stuck. About halfway through the semester, I just gave up. I figured maybe it wasn’t meant to be, maybe I wasn’t supposed to get swept off my feet. Not even a week after having this thought, I met Liam.

I had been talking to this guy for a couple of months, but I had never expected anything to come out of it. After all I had given up on British men. The first thing he said to me was that “You look like you’d be a good laugh.” He was funny, attractive and although I didn’t know it at the time, I was excited to talk to him. He had something about him that just made everything between us very relaxed and easy, and I had never even met him!

It was the week after I came back from Greece when we decided to meet up. We met at Victoria Station in the serial killers section of W.H. Smith (I thought it would be funny). When I first looked at him in person, the single word that popped into my mind was, “Wow.” He was even more attractive in person and his accent was to die for, and that was only the beginning.

I wasn’t nervous at all, which was shocking for me, actually all I felt was excited and happy to see him. We started off or date that Sunday by going on a tour bus, and yes, I mean the exact kind that you see in the movies. We got on, sat down and just talked about everything from what countries I had been to so far to our dogs that had passed away. It was an interesting conversation, but the fact that we could talk about stuff like that the first day of meeting each other was oddly comforting.

Five minutes later, we got off the bus partly because it was too cold, and partly because we didn’t care what Roman had built what bridge. We began walking around when we saw the London Tombs, and decided to go inside. The setup was a mix of a museum and a haunted house and he happened to be the leader, which resulted in me trying to hide in his sweatshirt when things popped out and him trying to shove me in front of him because he didn’t wanna walk toward the creepy people that had disappeared. Safe to say, we ran out of that place when we got to the end and saw the guy with the chainsaw.

Next, we got lunch at a coffee shop and we were in the middle of talking when he asked me on a second date. I couldn’t believe it. First, I had never had such a unique date with anyone, nor had as much fun on one. Second, we were only halfway through the first one and he had already wanted to see me again! I was so stupidly happy, of course I said yes.

Our next stops were the M&M store in Leicester Square and the tiny Christmas village, both of which consisted of him trying on hats to make me laugh and me taking pictures because it was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. It started getting late and even colder when we were walking and decided to go into this café that looked cute, and more importantly, warm.

It was the National Gallery café, and of course since the National Gallery is free, we went in and walked around. We laughed at the paintings, picked out our favorite ones, told each other very obnoxiously artsy opinions about what we thought was happening in each one. He even tried to touch one and got screamed at by security. We decided to leave after that and when we got back to Victoria, we stopped to get tea and ended up talking for another hour or so. Afterwards he walked me to my bus stop, we went in for a kiss, and I accidentally hit him in the face with my hat. We tried again and it was perfect.

I had never expected to meet a guy like Liam in all my life. He was interesting and exciting and being with him made me feel so alive. That same guy is now my boyfriend of three months. See that’s the thing, when you stop looking for love, it finds you. You can’t rush it, and you can’t let it control you. With him, I was completely myself and he loved that about me. You have to wait, and I promise good things and good people will come along and you will be so stupidly happy that you won’t even remember what it was like to not have that person in your life.

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