You tell me I'm too flirty,
but with a ring on your hand you hold mine?
Friends can't nudge each other, but they can hold each others hands?
They can't playfully tousle each other's hair, but they can touch each other's legs?
I'm trying real ******* hard to put you first.
you and your wife.
Ignore all the signs that point to us and support you and when I hold back my habits of playful friendship swats
you.
you hold my hand
and she's in the room.
I loved it, and I hate myself for that.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
You tell me I'm too flirty,
but with a ring on your hand you hold mine?
Friends can't nudge each other, but they can hold each others hands?
They can't playfully tousle each other's hair, but they can touch each other's legs?
I'm trying real ******* hard to put you first.
you and your wife.
Ignore all the signs that point to us and support you and when I hold back my habits of playful friendship swats
you.
you hold my hand
and she's in the room.
I loved it, and I hate myself for that.
- From A Journey of Self to Self
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