…out of the blue, I can’t get you out of my head. Every movie I watch, everything I do, I wonder if you’ll approve and it’s well, blowing my mind. I’m someone that doesn’t develop attachments and crushes and you’ve somehow managed to invade a part of me that’s growing rapidly.
You don’t have to respond to this, but I needed to tell you before I went insane because this was never supposed to happen.
– The girl that dreamt about you. 🥺
Poor thing, you’ve got it all wrong. This was always going to happen.
When a cruel man tells you exactly what he is —in excruciating detail, over the course of years— and you quietly follow him anyway, you’re not “curious”. Sure, that’s the kind of bullshit you tell your therapist or your best friend or that dumb bitch in the mirror, but we both know the truth.
You’re waiting. Waiting for your longing to overwhelm your pride. Waiting for the ache in your cunt to be joined by an ache in your heart. Waiting for the strength to let go, and the faith to fall, and the determination to find your place in the shadow of something greater
Waiting to be seen.
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Hi there, kiddo.