Woooo child

Cried together is giving me sentimental horniness. It’s making me reminisce harder than his dick when I did that thing he liked. I can’t stop thinking about him, but I’m doing the best to stay away. It makes no sense. It’s like my finger slips and I’m looking back at old texts or whatnot. Fuck man, even when it was bad I was so willing to work on it. I have just carried this fear of rejection so heavily that it led to the end. *uk accent* 4am is mad bruv. 

I smelled you the other day. Or a smell that reminded me of you. Darn, my face turned into joy but my heart beat into panic.

I just think you hate me. Last I checked you said I do that to make it easier on myself to move on. Truly it’s just fear. You said you couldn’t hate me. Idk. I disagree. 

How could you love me? 

Woah hold on…

I just wanna be in your arms again with full assurance of safety. Which is why I don’t want to rush it this time. But fuck my parts throb for you and my heart calls your name.