When I love you,
I really fucking love you.
There are no in betweens.
I don’t know what grey is.
My love is black and white.
I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.
It’s not just about sex. Don’t get me wrong. Sex is fucking great, but when you have a connection with someone, when you feel so strong for someone, just a kiss is enough to make your knees weak. You just can’t beat that.
I think “dildo” is a perfectly acceptable insult. Like, I’d call you a dick but you’re not real enough.
Was the scariest thing ever.
Telling him how scared I am to loose him is harder.
I may not be happy like I used to be, still, but when I’m with him and Rosalie I am on cloud 9. I can never stop smiling at us all together. His heart is so warm. He is so good to us.
All I want to do is cry even at the thought of losing him.
I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.