See, boys (and reality) kind of suck. I witnessed dreamy, life-after-blowjob love tales in Saved by the Bell and Boy Meets Girl amid my tender, overly sculpted youth and their numb-minded oral sessions almost always resulted in forget-me-not, lovers forever storylines.
It’s the shame how people ruin an otherwise great relationship by being impatient for a label or those L words especially when it’s only been barely a few months.
I love being around you, but there is nothing about you that will ever make my heart skip a beat or make me want to write about you. It’s why I don’t show you my writing. It’s never about you.
We preach about communication, but we don’t want people to carry their old issues into the new relationship, because that automatically means that the relationship will be difficult.
What your web presence says about you.
It’s not that you can’t be alone, but that you’d rather not be.
You used to tell me every time I left you,
you missed me already.
One time you didn’t so I figured you were dead,
or you stopped loving me.
You are a stain I don’t want to paint over, or wash out, or ever get rid of, even when my mother offers to do it for me. I just tell her that I’ll get around to doing it eventually, but we both know I never will.
Do we even still want those things anymore? Love and marriage?
I don’t really care when or how many times he says this, it’s always incredibly hot.