Becca Martin

If you taught me anything from leaving it’s that I need to stop believing in the idea of what could have been. I need to let go and move on, without you, just like you did without me.

Sometimes you just have to swallow your pride and accept that you’d rather be happy than right.

“My biggest insecurity is that I can make myself cum more than any guy I’ve ever been with.”

It’s easy to get naked with you, to lie in your bed, whisper words that have no meaning in your ear, but that’s not what I’m after. I want someone who touches my soul more than my body.

We cover up pieces of ourselves and unveil them little by little, until he can finally see there is no such thing as the ‘cool girl’ because we’re all a little bit crazy.

All great changes are products of chaos.

You’re not easing her pain by trying to act happy in a relationship you’re so desperately trying to get out of. You’re not helping her by loving her out of guilt or obligation. You’re being selfish and she deserves better than that.

I’d much rather have you grab me and pull me in. I’d much rather feel wanted by you than initiate something I’m not sure you’re interested in.

There’s something about you that does something to me. It makes it so hard to let you go and walk away.

He started a fire
and left her inside to burn,
but then you came
and you saved her
just in time.

“I had an orgy on my parents’ bed when they went away for the weekend.”

There was so much more I wanted to learn from you and about you, so much more I wanted to give you. But there’s no need now, because you decided it was over.