"I'm about to fall, but he catches me and carries me in his arms. His lips meet my forehead and I'm a goner.
A lone tear slides down my cheek because I know that this type of obsessive and intense connection is the only thing he has to offer.
He'll fuck me, catch me before I fall, and kiss my forehead, but he'll never love me.
And I will always want him to."
— Jun 27, 2024 10:28AM
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