You want to cry, but you suck it in, because this happened so many times before, you already know it won’t last. So you lay there, feeling nothing.
1. We have no idea what a penis feels like inside of us.
It is when the words will flow like the tears she has cried for days. But it’s different with you.
First of all, I have nothing against relationships. Relationships are fine. They’re… Sweet. And awwww-y. And, well… Sweet.
We do not choose who we fall in love with.
You were a stranger to me once. We got to know each other better over time, and we got really close.
Thank you for allowing me to be myself when I am with you. Thank you for being part of the genuinely happiest moments of my life, for listening whenever I need someone to tell my saddest stories to, and for letting me feel that you love me even when we are miles apart.
You never let anyone talk you into doing something you know you’re not ready to do.
I hate how he makes me love him, how he lights up my life, how he means the world to me.
What if they break my heart? Do I still need to forgive them?