You were a second language to me.
You told me to start talking to new people, that they would make me happier. I’ve never been happier. Thank you for killing me, my love. I’m free
That’s what really scares me.
Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.
You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.
And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.
I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.
I’m scared it’ll be just you.”
shaving takes a lot of effort. if a girl tells you to feel her legs after she’s shaved, you fucking feel them
You better fucking touch them, it’s a special occasion