I can feel myself getting led on, and as much as I’m trying to not over think it; the gut feeling won’t go away. You’ve been pretty distant, and I haven’t made the effort either. I started backing off because I know you can’t give me everything I deserve, and I don’t think this is fair to me at all.
A letter to myself-
Stop dwelling on the past and worrying about the future.
Focus on right now. You’ve come so far. You’re doing amazing.
Take it one day at a time.
I love you.
I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.
You deserve the kind of love you would give someone else.
i want kisses and maybe a little bit of rough sex