You get her to want you like you do. And then you just leave her broken when she falls for you.
I want to thank you all for sticking with me when even he didn’t. I want to thank you all for helping me find my way back to love, even when it hurt me.
Perfect. There’s that word again just lingering. Lingering like the words you struggle to say.
After being away from you for long enough, the return of my creativity nearly brought me to tears. Happy tears. It also contributed to my new found self-worth. Without you.
Our society is not good at recognizing patterns of female sexual misbehavior because our investigations are still set up with the assumption they are there to find and identify male “creeps.”
I will never be able to, nor am I willing to, risk what I have with you now for anything.
We kissed one last time, not wanting to end it.
“He poured boiling water over me as I slept and stabbed me multiple times. Thankfully a neighbor heard my screams and called the police.”
My fear is not spiders, heights, or loud noises. It is losing people that are supposed to stay.
He had to make a choice, looked at both options, and decided he didn’t want you. He wanted her.