I had forgotten that love isn’t the fire that could suddenly break loose and wander away, but a warmth and softness of lying in bed after a hectic day, that says that I am enough, despite my flaws.
When I say that I love you, I mean that everything that I am and everything that I have, is yours to keep.
Am I allowed to fantasize having my hands pinned against the wall and him clutching my waist forward? Am I allowed to desire a man on top of me?
The first time you said that you loved me, I believed you right away.