emotions

And on Instagram I follow a guy who looks just like him... :/

Nothing v. kinky though....

I love your voice, and how thoughtful and gentle you are. I enjoyed talking to you and the evening we spent together was just so different from anything else in my life. Maybe this was not a mistake after all? I really hope we meet again...

We are “friends” and sleep together for a few months. Then there comes a day when you leave. Forever. And all the “goodbye” I get is a weak wave of your tired hand from behind a row of cabinets. Not ok.

No use crying over spilled milk, what is done, is done.

"Possibilities," I said. "I want to be able to choose to go to a place, to do something. Not necessarily do it. I just want to know I have the option. People say it's the 21st century disease. Well, maybe. But that's what I want. And that's the only thing you can't give to me."

It was great and now he doesn't recognize me in the street. Oh well...

A weirdo and an asshole I fell for and still can't get over. Of all the mistakes I have made, this is the one I wish I haven't made.

Still, I should have known better.

A drunken mistake, I should add. Cute, self-assured, and a coworker, which makes it a bad mix. Don't like the way he talks in bed.

Very much into my high heels.