Love is not something that should be on that list of things we settle for.
I want someone who always wants me physically, whether I’m dolled up and put together, or am just waking with morning breath. I want someone who is terrified of losing me, and who can’t imagine his life without me.
You taught me to love this body of mine that I’ve hated my whole life. You were there for me in the middle of the night when panic took over my mind. Now I’m supposed to pretend that none of that happened and accept that you up and left?