I don’t think I’ve been this happy in a long time. Whenever I look at him my whole face just lights up and I get this huge goofy smile. He means the world to me. Even though it’s been such a short time since we’ve met I feel like I’ve known him forever. I don’t get nervous, I feel comfortable around him and the way he treats me just melts my heart. Who would ever have thought tht I would ever feel this way about a boy. Well I do and I love it!
Wouldn’t it just be better to go back to being kids? Being an adult is hard, tiresome, annoying and frustrating. You have to deal with people who you don’t want to deal with. I am only a college student and I’m doing the best I can. I’m not perfect, nobody is. So why do you fault me for trying my hardest? Why is it that as an adult I can’t make my own decisions? The reason I moved out was so I didn’t have a higher authority telling me what to do. Now that’s been taken away from me too. This fight is stupid. We’ve been friends forever. Why throw it all away? You said hurtful things too, but somehow I’m the only one who’s in the wrong.
he raised his arm and she wiggled into his embrace, pressing herself up against his warm chest. She loved this moment. The tender, wet, mushy aftermath of sex. This is what made it all worth it. This is what she lived for. It didn’t matter that she didn’t love him or that he didn’t love her. It didn’t matter that she still loved the man that broke her heart and yes, yes, it didn’t matter that she still had a broken heart. The capacity for pleasure and pain, the need to have sex and to feel connected just for that one instant—one beautiful fuckin instant.There was life outside of a broken heart. There was pleasure. There was laughter. There was everything worth living for. Her lips curled up in a smile. Fuck you broken heart.
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