His affection was fulfilling and she never wanted to let him escape his grasp because she loved being selfish with him.
She is I and he is he.
Unfortunately, she knows that she is completely broken beyond repair and that her serotonin is completely gone.
And we are as completely ****** up as long as we tell ourselves to be. I’m making a complete fool of myself wanting his lips on me. Those lips can make me do anything and everything; stupid or not.
But then I realize that she knows she means nothing to him and it barely hurts her because he needs a phenomenal ****** and she is a just silly sociopath.
She tries to imagine being with him with all her soul; them following all the beautiful steps like making babies and cooking together and traveling together, basically the whole book of *******.
They would talk about everything and anything together, Tell each other what they did; good and bad.
Wrapping herself in his gorgeous words and arms.
They would walk on the edge of the waves on the beaches and collect shells.
She could see the brightness of the sun flicker on his heartbreaking eyes.