I’m one of those people who likes the little things, like holding hands. It’s so simple and yet so fulfilling. Whether it’s walking around, to driving in the car, or even when you’re laying down together. When your fingers are just interlocked and one of you squeezes a little tighter. Or when they slowly run their thumb up and down the side of your fingers. For something so small and insignificant, it can leave chills throughout your whole body for hours.
you just fucking walked passed me and didn’t even come say hi. and I saw you kinda duck down behind him. you’re a fucking asshole and i’m done with your shit. and apparently you’re talking to someone else anyway? so fuck you. i told you I couldn’t do this again. and here it is another five days and i just can’t keep hurting like this. fuck you. fuck you. fuck you.
As your girlfriend, I will make it my duty to turn you on at the most inappropriate of times.