reinventing, wait for it ❤
I was certain I had deleted you. Given up on my passion project when I lost my heart to a man who didn’t know how to love me and a shame I was certain I couldn’t overcome… but here you are. Heart still beating, gifs still rolling, clicks ready for clicking. I’ve found you again right on time, ready for a new love story to begin… Shall we?
It’s all about timing.
If the timings isn’t right,
the rest will fall apart eventually…
I want you. In every sense of those three little words. I want to smell your skin the moment my eyes open in the morning. I want your body against mine when I fall asleep. I want your mind engaged in a battle of wills refusing to be taken down by mine. I want your longing glances, your smiles, to make you laugh and hold you when you cry. I want you to love me. I want you to make love to me. I want you now. I want you when we’re old. I want to learn from you. I want to make you laugh. I want to hate you. I want to love you. I want you to stay even when it’s hard.
I want you.
Nothing else. Just you.
I will stop writing stories about sexual assault
when men stop sexually assaulting women I love.