Something I’ve heard women say is “Well, apparently I just love assholes, I can’t do nice guys.”
Good guys can be fun and thrilling as much as a bad boy, but the difference is that a good guy will actually be there physically, mentally, and emotionally.
You want to be the hero who saves him, so he can love you despite his messiness.
When you’re with a bad boy, who has dealt with more shit in a year than you ever have, you don’t feel the need to be perfect. You don’t feel guilty about your baggage. You can expose your dark side without worrying about being judged.
Know what is best for you and walk away before it’s too late because chasing a false dream will only lead to heartbreak.
“You may have tons of flaws; you may had a bad reputation; you may not be the perfect man; for me you are perfect and I love you, I will always love you despite every imperfection you have.”
We complain that guys nowadays don’t know how to treat women with respect, but the ones who do end up in the friendzone.
My sadness wants to fuck your sadness.
Occasionally the bad boy is just like you and trying to prove his label wrong, sometimes he’s everything you need him to be in that moment, but most of the time he really is just bad for you.
I’ve always wanted a man who could love me fully, but drive me wild, light a spark in the depths of my belly, make my heart sing and dance and do backflips.