He doesn’t suck at texting back. He sucks at texting you back.
October: Because you let other people have way too much say in your love life.
You’re the burn that left a scar reminding me to stay away from blazing flames.
I liked that he called me Kid. Nice going, Kid. Good work, Kid. Like where your heads at, Kid. It was a manly combination of the film noir gumshoe and the well-meaning misogynist. I was quickly possessed. Because when a man gives you a nickname, he somehow comes to own you.
But believe me when I say that true soul compatibility is a thing. Finding a man who pursues you, loves you, and values you, is a thing.
I want to feel you cum hard — and I want to swallow all of it.
What I want is someone unafraid of staying loyal, of settling down.
“I could get used to this,” I said. I guess that was my way of telling you, “The harmony of this very moment is making my love for you grow roots.”
You need to remember your worth. You need to remind yourself of how much you have to give and how little you have gotten in return.
Let 2018 be the year where you grow truly comfortable with yourself. Let 2018 be the year you can enter a room full of strangers and still feel whole. Let 2018 be the year where you no longer search for love, because you’ve grown to find it inside of yourself.