I love this, the little hesitation before you kiss. That moment when you really realise what is about to happen, who is in front of you and who you are about to kiss. That person that fills your tummy with butterflies is standing in front of you with their lips softly touching your own. Perfection.
Spooning is cute and fun until the neck kissing happens… Then… well, shit gets real.
neck kissing is honestly the hottest, most seductive thing anybody could ever do to me. if you kiss my neck, if you playfully bite my neck, if your tongue touches my neck i will melt in your fingertips.
Everything you love is here
I hate feeling fucking useless. I hate feeling like I don’t matter and you don’t need me and knowing I don’t make you fucking happy. I hate thinking like maybe someone might make you happier, feeling like you’re waiting for someone else to come along and make it happen. Maybe I’m just over thinking but either way it fucking hurts and I can’t make it stop.