I only need to be told im beautiful and loved 1500 times a day I think thats reasonable
I’m just tired, alright? You need to run as far away as possible. I don’t need this, you at my side asking me day ‘n night for something I’m emotionally incapable of giving. You want to pick up the pieces he left, call me beautiful without anything in return, and make me breakfast in bed; while that sounds grand and all, right now is just not a good time. Maybe one day I’ll be able to talk about you, the way you talk about me to your friends, and families. I don’t want to have to depend on anyone, which is why I stopped antidepressants and going to therapy. But for the time being, it’d be unfair of me to love you back. Let’s leave while our dignities are still intact.
(I never thought I could love again until I found you. You’re not the first pretty boy I’ve seen but you’re sure as hell different than the last. They were textbook boyfriends and my parents loved them and I loved them too but when it came down to who made me feel alive, they fell short. When I see you my heart drops and it doesn’t start beating again until you kiss my lips. The electric shock that runs up my body when you touch me makes me wonder if you want me dead. You may not love me but, I need you. If you can’t love me back, I understand, but just keep me alive. Keep me near you. Make me at least think you get the same rush when you touch me that I do.)
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