Love Was Not An Easy Thing To Find, But It Was Easy To Lose
I searched for him. But the ones before him left scars deeper than a few band aids could heal. See, I cared a lot once. And it ruined me.
I searched for him. But the ones before him left scars deeper than a few band aids could heal. See, I cared a lot once. And it ruined me.
“If it’s both terrifying and amazing you should definitely pursue it.”
Maybe I was scared I fell too hard for someone too fast. Maybe I feared you didn’t, or couldn’t, feel the same for me.
If your guy is guilty of any of the following offenses he may be a little too into you. Now I’m not saying to change your name and move to a new city, but I’m not… not saying that either.
From between the ages of say, six to… entirely too old… I liked to hump things. Yes you read that correctly. Daddy’s little princess would often be found rubbing herself against chairs and tables. (My parents referred to it as the “boppin thing”).
I have done what all experts in the love and dating field tell you not to do; make a checklist of what you want in a potential life long orgasm giver. (Should I come up with a slightly more endearing term?)
You don’t still love him, but you still care. You wonder sometimes if he ever wonders about you.
It took me an entire year to allow that word to escape my lips. It was you who owned me. My body that night, and my mind for so long after.