I just want a relationship where we are both equally obsessed with each other, but in a healthy way. Save my selfies when I send them to you. Text me “I know you’re sleeping right now, but…”. Take the time to listen to the songs that are important to me. Joke around with me and make fun of me and then kiss me right after. Tell your friends how happy I make you and how excited you’ll be when we are finally married. Double text me because you miss me. Reassure me when I’m feeling insecure. Grab my hand, hold me, show everyone I’m yours. Don’t hold back on me, tell me how much you want me and how much you love me. Make me happy and I will do my best to make you happier.
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a kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
“No offense but fuck You for using me to make you happy until you felt like you didn’t need me anymore and left me wondering where I went wrong.”
me: i don’t know, what if i’m faking???
my brain: gives me hallucinations, severe paranoia, anxiety and panic attacks, major depressive episodes, intrusive thoughts, puts me in sensory overload, disrupts my speech and thought process, and basically fucks up all the time
me: yeah but WHAT IF
xannny
Play our song. Spin me round. Put me on the kitchen counter. Stand between my legs and kiss me slowly. Pick me up and dance with me one last time, before you take me to bed.
hold my hand randomly, all the time. pull me close. hold me from behind. kiss me constantly. get jealous when someone stares. be clingy on me. take pictures of me when I don’t notice. show me you care. show everyone you care. just care.
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