It was our first date and I asked what his favorite movie is. He asked if I’d judge him, but instead of judging him I just loved him.

You want to know what I loved about him? Everything. From a freckle on his ass down to his undying selfish need to always be right.

I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.

All of your fears and thoughts were mine, you were so scared but it was beyond divine.

I touched him. From brain to body, in ways I couldn’t quite understand. But he did and for him, that was all that mattered.

I don’t want content. I want slight fear. Anxiety. I want a longing devotion for a twist of absence. The feeling of complete isn’t quite pleasing.

I worked with him in a way where there was no need to align. We felt and the feeling was simple but complex. It was the intensity in our grasp and when it was done, it was done.

Some people you’re not meant to get over.

Old-fashioned dating still exists. You’re either dating the wrong people or you are the problem.