“What the hell, when did this become a thing and when did it become socially, morally and ethically acceptable?”
Throw a party— invite all of the boys your dad sent away/banned from the house in high school.
You didn’t have to look me in my eyes and tell me that I was beautiful. You didn’t have to give me soft smiles, and invite me into your life. You could have told me what you wanted. It would have been okay.
Aww, crying! One of my favorite and most treasured activities. If crying were an Olympic sport, I’d win gold every time.
A keeper is a guy who isn’t one of these extremes— he can let you do you at a party while still enjoying himself. He doesn’t neglect but also isn’t overbearing.
And it usually happens so innocently. Like it’s not like you sign up for this, ya know? You don’t wake up one day and think, “Gee, I really want to complicate my life by catching feelings for someone who has a 0.000% chance of reciprocating!”
It wasn’t until I started crying that he stopped having sex with me. I felt foolish for a few seconds before I blacked out.
The trains kept passing and the tides kept flowing and you never came.
I was no longer too big or too much, and it was no longer too soon. I was a whole person, and that was just enough.
Is there anything better than hot guys and sweet wine?